Let me tell you a story. Well, my brief part in it, at least.
It all begins last Sunday night.
Now, I wasn't here for this part. I was at home, lying in my bed, preparing for sleep.
But as I understand it, a friend of mine was in the parking lot of Wal-Mart. There, she witnessed one of the most heinous crimes. Blatant physical abuse of an animal. A small puppy to be exact.
She stepped in, as well she should. As I would have. An argument of unknown length and heat occurred in which at some point the puppy beater said something along the lines of "YOU take her then".
And so she did.
Fast forward to Monday morning.
Not being able to keep the puppy herself, and needing to take her SOMEWHERE, my friend brought her to the Veterinary hospital where I work.
The puppy had no shots, was quite shy and skittish, and had no idea what these humans around her were going to do to her. Not to mention she was CRAWLING with fleas and had scabs all over her from the scratching.
It was tragic that anytime a person approached her, she would back away...afraid. Because the humans she knew had hurt her.
Oh, and did I mention she was ADORABLE???
She was so helpless.
I mean LOOK at that face!
But what were we going to do with her?
I had full intention of taking her home and putting a notice up on Craigs List. Not IDEAL, but it was a thought.
Half an hour after she came into the hospital and we had made sure she wasn't damaged or sick, a woman comes in with her sick cat. And guess what? She just HAPPENS to be looking for a house mate for her 2-year-old Yorkie.
The timing was perfect. I showed her the pup and made the sale. At the end of the chat, the pup wandered cautiously from my arms and snuggled right up to this new lady.
It was a sign. This was fate.
The only problem (which really wasn't a problem at all but a JOY) was that this woman couldn't pick up the pup until Wednesday morning.
So, who got to foster her in the meantime?
And so for most of Monday, all of Tuesday, and Wednesday morning I was the keeper of the little sweetheart pictured above.
I'm not gonna lie. I fell in love. Even in that short time.
And when Wednesday morning came, a little part of me wished that the woman would call and say her plans had changed and she couldn't keep her.
Alas. Perhaps now is not the time for me to have a puppy. But it was a wonderful two days.
Here are some things I want to always remember about this little bundle of joy.
-The way she carefully seems to select a leaf from the countless numbers of them, pounce on it, then carry it triumphantly for a few seconds.
-The way she loves to bound through the grass. leaping like a white tail deer.
-The way she follows close by like she never wants to lose you. You always have to be in her sight. I never had to have a leash on her.
-The way her food disappears in a matter of seconds.
-The way she curls up in your arms once she is ready to settle down.
-Her adorable playfulness.
-How she looks at you adoringly. Because she depends on you and KNOWS that you love her. And she loves you too.
-The way she explores under chairs and beds.
-The way that she already knew the way home from our little walks we take up the drive. On the way back she would start charging ahead, impatient to get back. But she would wait for me to catch up and then bolt a couple feet again. SO excited to be back home.
-The way she loves car rides.
-The way she immediately began to open up once she knew she was safe and loved.
-The way she looked at my slightly steep stairs EVERY time like "you want me to do WHAT now?" but with a little encouragement, stumbled her way up. Because she knew it meant she was strong and because she knew I loved her for it.
-The fact that in only two days we had already fallen in love with each other. And even though she hardly knew me, the fact that I fed her, cared for her, held her, and loved her meant that she trusted me.
-The way she would hover around my ankles whenever there was a new person. Afraid to venture from the unfamiliar. And then she would look at me as if to ask "is this person okay?".
-How smart she was. How she already knew the trick of "I'm going to grab this things that is yours and drag it out here to get you to come out here and play with me". The good ol' bait and lure.
Let my provide you with some more pictures. They're not great. But they are what I have.
(wow, yeah...my phone IS kind of a beast...)
Chomping the leaf
Early Wednesday morning when I dropped her off at the hospital to be picked up my heart broke a little.
I know it sounds stupid. To get all attached to this little mutt of a dog after only two days.
I tried to understand myself and why I got a little misty eyed as I said goodbye. Why it was a wrench to leave. Why I can't help but feel that there is now something missing in my life.
And I think I figured out what it is.
We, as human beings, need to be NEEDED. It is within all of us (well...MOST of us) to care and nurture others.
And with dogs, they are so accepting, so trusting, and devoted. They give all they have and are to be with you and love you. You are their LIFE. They depend on you. And in return for your care, they love you unconditionally.
And we all want to be loved. Deep down we all want to care for someone or something and be loved back. And dogs provide that. Unconditional companionship.
I had that for a couple of precious days.
And losing that made me feel like I lost a little part of myself that I had discovered.
All in all I am very grateful for the experience. I hope one day to have a dog as smart, sweet, loving, and overall well behaved as this little pup was.