I was thinking about this on my way back from FedEx yesterday. I wanted to adopt a dog a few years ago. I found a pit bull rescue in my area. I drove out there. I made the guy mad immediately by parking on his grass instead of the swamp across the road. (There was no room in the driveway and the street was too narrow to park on). Then I described what I was looking for in a dog, and he barked at me "That's impossible!" So then I looked at a few dogs and he selected the one he thought would be a good match and I took her for a long walk in the neighborhood (what a relief to get away from him!!) and brought her back but I was still undecided. The guy was _so_ pushy, and he wanted me to make a decision by the next day, that evening even. I was really, really put-off when I left, but I liked the dog. I called her foster mom when I got home, the place she had lived while she was recovering from heartworm treatment and being starved. That woman was _so_ nice, and calm, and informative, and gave me a huge insight into the dog. I ended up getting her. If I had let the guy's poor people skills, or at least our personality conflict, drive me away to another place, I would have missed out on the perfect dog who turned out to be everything I'd searched for and more.
