May 15th 2011 7:15 am
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This is my entry to the ADOPT 2011 contest. It is my Daddy's blog account of how I came to be in my family. I was a feral pup back then but, now I am a spoiled couch potato pup ;)
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Left or Right
Dateline: Shorter AL.
To be in control of our lives is an illusion. We are as leaves in a river. We spin on the surface succumbing to currents and eddies while the bulk of existence surges beneath us undetected.
Here is a story.......
Christmas eve last year was a cold clear night in Florida. We were joyless having just returned home after an agonizing week in Maine watching my father finally give in to the years.
The festive rituals of Christmas seemed meaningless. The eve was a sullen night of contemplation.
Christmas morning was frosty and clear as spring water. The dogs were dancing the morning walk dance. So excited ! Every day is Christmas morning to a dog if there is a walk involved.
The herd gathered and out through the back woods we went. Dogs bolting , me ambling.
When we got to the dirt road the dogs paused waiting to turn right down our usual path but I turned left and started down the road in a direction we rarely go. Christmas morning, a good time to walk around the neighborhood I thought. Everyone will still be in bed.
As we passed the only house on the road the lady ran out her door and begged me to stop. Someone had dropped off a tiny puppy in her yard the night before. She had heard small whimpers and scuffling outside her house and after much searching in, around, and under her house she found the teeny white puppy freezing and covered in fleas.
What kind of monster throws out a puppy on Christmas Eve !!!
Our neighbor was upset because she could not keep the pup. She had many challenges of her own and a furry orphan was beyond her means. She asked if we could take him in. I guess our herd of 5 dogs gave us away as the Ellis island of canines.
Certainly we took in George, named for my dad and wondered who could have abandoned such a young pup, he being much to young to run away. There were no houses close by. . A mystery.
The answer came a few days later when another neighbor asked us if we had seen a white puppy.
They said they had been feeding a mother and three puppies that were living in a gopher tortoise hole in the woods and one of the puppies (George) was missing.
We explained that we had the pup and had taken him to the vet and cleaned him up. George was in pretty rough shape. Anemic and malnourished .
We went looking for their borrow to get the rest of the pups and the mama. After crawling through the brambly woods we found a deep sandy hole and in it two terrified puppy faces staring out at us.
We coaxed them out with food and snatched them up. It took a while for the mama to show up and when she did she was not happy about us holding her babies. She was very skittish and would not come close to us. We had to get her to our house by walking back very slowly holding her babies in front of her so she would follow.
It took a while but finally mama and all her puppies were reunited.
This was the beginning of the Hungry Puppy Dog Rescue. The pups found homes in a matter of days and Ama Mama joined the pack and is one of our dearest dogs. Since then a non stop stream of orphans and dogs down on their luck have come and gone from our home.
Now you could argue that this was going to happen eventually but I'm not so sure.
Turning left instead of right was serendipitous to all lives concerned. Puppies saved, guilty feelings alleviated, successful adoptions. Everyone happy.
The whole episode felt like destiny removing all doubt we might have had about seriously getting into the world of rescues. Weeks earlier we were talking of the day when we would have no dogs and the things we could do free of the furry buggers.
Now we have a definite role in this plan, a job that was waiting for us just around a corner.
Waiting for us to make the right turn......I mean left
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What a beautiful story!
Dat is a furry nice story. Mama say it 'mind her of a Robert Frost pome (I think the title is "The Road Not Taken"). Whoefur he is.
So glad you've got a wonderful home now!
omd!! that is such a wonderful story, thank you for sharing!
Congrats on winning in the Adopt 2011 contest. I just now had a chance to come read your story. It is a beautiful story and a great beginning to how your family has rescued many pups who would have surely perished.
Thank you, Hungry Puppy Rescues for being.