If you knew me then, as my friend Kathy said, "If there were a million people who wouldn't have a dog, you would be one million and one." I wasn't an animal person per se. We had a couple of dogs growing up and a few cats. I was an absentee owner.
But those eyes...
Sandy, the owner at the time, of Bark Avenue Grooming, had gone down to New Orleans to do animal rescue work after hurricane Katrina. She brought home Honey, a pregnant mama dog and cared for the puppies (along with Dr. Paul Maus of North Westchester Vet, btw) until they were adopted. She had plastered signs all over the place. This was totally her fault.
The next morning, I called my true dog loving friend Claire and asked her to take a ride with me to meet the puppies. HOW freaking cute they were! Claire picked up a puppy who promptly peed on her. She loved him. I was drawn to a chubby, slower one. The deal was done. I was going to inform my family. We were getting a puppy!
That night I told my husband my idea. Wondering if I had been captured by aliens, he was all in. The next day after school, we told the kids we were going on an adventure. Less than a mile away from our home. It was genius.
OH, their excitement was too much when we walked through the door! Puppies, puppies everywhere! Naturally, Bella wanted the dog that peed on Claire, the same dog who picked up half of a plastic Easter egg and toted it around in his mouth for a good portion of our visit, as did Marco. Peter and I were drawn to the chubby dog. Since Bella had been asking for a puppy for as long as she could talk, we let her have the winning pick. For about a day I considered taking both puppies. And then, I let that idea go right on out of my head.
In April 2006, Tucker the Wonder Pup joined our family. His birthday is on Valentine's Day and he is indeed our true love. He is a pain in the ass around other dogs; he doesn't like them very much. He escapes whenever he can commando crawl through chicken wire reinforced bushes to go and yell at the other dogs in the neighborhood, who I might remind you, he DOES NOT like. He has taken to throwing up at the end of the bed on my side. He can rip your shoulder out when playing any kind of tugging game. But boy, oh boy, does he love us. Our family is better with him as a part of it.
The chubby dog? My friend Leigh adopted him! His name is Dojo.
Tucker. He reformed me. He is quite the character. As my friend Sharon says, "DO NOT make eye contact with him!" He becomes your lap friend for life.
So, when I saw THIS story on FB this morning, I HAD to share it. (Thanks Beth!)
- A boy with a rare disease.
- A dog with three legs.
Get your tissues. LOVE rules.
Share YOUR dog story in the comments, please!
For an extra bark or an extra smile
'Cause I never felt so free
It was just my dog and me