this sweet kid, my goodness . . .
i've always felt that our dogs choose us. i love when a friend comes to the shelter to meet a rotty and leaves with a beagle. this happens every day. that's because love is blind. and what drive us to adopt isn't based on logic, rational thought or reason, but love. what we find in our hearts reveals so much about our souls and our capacity for compassion. sitting here typing, drinking makers 46 and wondering about what tomorrow will bring for the many dogs i love at kent county, i look at our latest roommate - an insane girl - and believe me i have a lifetime of dealing with crazy girls. this one is in the top 5. she's exceptionally sweet during that one hour a day she sleeps, otherwise . . . i kid because i love her. enough of the intro, not sure who will even read this, but i have two stories for today's thought.
one - blake . .
blake hated me the first time we met. and the second. the third a little less, the peanut butter was starting to reveal its amazing powers. the fourth visit was the telling one. i sat in her kennel with her, just the two of us (no peanut butter) and after a few minutes of pacing, and what she most probably would describe as an internal battle to trust one of those mammals that only inflicts pain and hatred on her, she decided to investigate. crossing the guillotine divider with caution, she slowly approached me and sat between my squatting legs. she looked up at me with curiosity and a little bit of hope. and she sniffed my chin. then licked. then wagged a nervous tail. then she put both her paws on my shoulders and made herself as big as she could. and then she hugged me. fuck. that was it. she chose me. and i melted . . .
two - guinness . . .
17 years ago today, i met my best friend. i didn't know that ahead of time. trying to carry out the last of my community (ahem) sentence. i always thought love at first sight was a bunch of crap. nope. my heart hurt from the look she gave me. her frown, ears up, posture, eagerness. i never stood a chance. from being abandoned in a cardboard box with her brother in a walmart parking lot, she went to living with me in my ten by ten dungeon of a college room shared with two other people. i've written about her many times so i won't tell the whole story, but i will tell you that she inspired me to do many things, and she inspires me today. to write. to preserve. to give. to love. to hope. to wonder. to dream . . .