My husband point blank refused to let us have another pet - we're cat people really and have had cats - so I gave up asking.
Then, through my writing friends, I became Facebook friends with a lovely lady called Christine Stovell, who's written a delightful book - Only True in Fairytales. One of the characters is an adorable greyhound called Gracie.
I decided to look greyhounds up, and was amazed to see that they'd be the perfect dog for us. They apparently don't bark a lot, are very laid back and gentle, don't shed as much hair as most other dogs, and - contrary to what people think - they don't need mega amounts of exercise.
I'm a great believer in fate and signs telling you that something is meant to be, and it was just strange how this all seemed to come about.
I then looked at some rehoming centres, and the photos of the doggies, all needing a home, broke my heart.
I worked on Paul - my husband - a bit more, and was stunned when he gave in and said okay, we could think about it.
We made an appointment, turned up at the allotted time, and saw Cherry - the dog I liked. We took her out for a short walk, and I think we both fell in love with her there and then.
She's only eighteen-months-old, but, because she'd lost a toe on her front foot when she was a baby, she wasn't suitable to race, so her carers decided to find a home for her. Thankfully the RGT took her in.
I've got the top half of one of my fingers missing, so Cherry and I have something special in common, another sign that it was meant to be.
So, pending the home visit from RGT next weekend, we'll be the new owners of a beautiful greyhound.
I hope and pray it goes well, because I'll be devastated if we can't have her, she's got a piece of my heart already.