A Chance Meeting or Was it Fate?

As I walked the rows of dogs seating looking out of their cages, I attempted to steel myself to the fact that there was simply no way I could rescue all these dogs.  I tried my best to act like I had a good head on my shoulders at that very moment.  So I went to each of the cages, looked at the dog and read their bios. 
Each had such a sweet write up and boy did I want to take each one of them for one reason or another.  But no, no...I had to remind myself.  I was only looking.   Trying to convince myself that I was researching methodologically, I continue reading bios.   And then it happened...
I came across a cage with a small blonde dog who was sitting at the back.  Head hung low, not making a peep.  I stopped in front of her cage and started to read her bio.  She slowly lifted her head and with what I like to think was a small glimmer of hope in her heart gently made her way up to the front of the cage.  Keeping her head down as not to become too hopeful she glanced up at me.  I knelt down and put my hand up to the cage.  "Hi Gracie".  She brought her nose to my hand.  "Aren't you a sweet girl" I said. 
She stood there just looking at me, quiet as can be and I like to think held onto that hope that this might be her day as long as she could. But I had to continue my way around the kennels.  I hadn't seen half the dogs yet.  As I started to walk away, I looked back and saw her head lower and slowly head to the back of her cage again.  "Not my day I guess" I imagine she thought.
I continued looking at the other dogs but something about her just tugged on my heartstrings.  I saw my mother and asked her if she had seen Gracie.  "Um which one was she?" my mother asked.  The little blonde dog on the other side.  "Oh yeah" she said.  "What did you think of her" I asked intently.
"Meh" she said.  "I thought she was kind of cute" I said encouragingly.  "Meh" she responded again.  Admittedly, Gracie was not the prettiest dog in the world.  She definitely had a certain mutt like look to her and was awkward in her own little way but there was something about her.  I did a second tour around the kennels and as I crossed over to her cage.  Her head solemnly raised as it had before.  She paused for a second to see if I would remain at her cage and as I did, she slowly made her way to the front again.    Oh gosh, she was making this hard.  I was only supposed to be looking.