|Taz (L) and Georgie (R)|
The first little black pup she had seens was long gone; now living in Ohio. The little black sibling girls were all gone too. She had driven all these miles, all these hours...
"I love Georgie," she said to Brian, "and I wish I could tell you that he feels like the right dog to me..." She couldn't put a finger on it.
You're supposed to have Immy; you're not meant to have Georgie. We're almost there.
"Well," Brian replied, "there is one other girl that I'm willing to have you take a look at."