I didn’t get custody of Earl, way back in the summer when the blanket was split. And this has been the first time in forever that I’ve been w/o a four legged. Without a dog.
In the past, my dogs have been BIG. But I’m living in town now and my house is just little. So when I started looking at Brother Wolf Animal Rescue’s web site–hundreds of pics–I decided that I would get an adult dog. A LITTLE adult dog. Maybe so old that it would be hard to otherwise adopt. But little. I was thinking 25 pounds or so.
Started looking a few months ago. Stopped by the facility a few times. Looked at the web site so often that I knew the dogs by name. Banjo. Coco. Chloe. So many dogs needing “forever homes.” I surprised myself. Typically I would have snatched up the first dog that jumped up in its pen, or hung its head or barked for attention. But not this time. Some thing was different. A sense that some thing was coming and I just had to wait. And that some thing I was waiting for is called Hope.
Hope was shipped in from Virginia–shipped to our “no kill” shelter along with ten other little dogs. She comes from a “hoarding” situation–a person of not-quite-right inclination has kept over 30 dogs outside w/o shelter–for years–in all types of weather. Food scarce. Water –more scarce. And the dogs are in pretty bad shape. But when she came on Friday for a meet and greet–I knew w/o a doubt that Hope was meant to be here. She stayed for an hour. Her foster person took her back, she was spayed yesterday and I picked her up this morning at 7:45. Now she is home.
Everything startles her. She doesn’t know what a dog dish is. Or a washing machine. Or anything that makes noise. She is happiest when I’m on the floor at her level. Part of her pack. And she’s amazingly affectionate for one who has had almost no contact with two-leggeds.
I told Logan about her yesterday. He understood the need to be tender. Quiet. The need to let her approach him. She is tiny. Weighs 6 pounds. Fragile. They met this morning–another two hour school delay–and it went like this:
As soon as this next winter front passes, another journey will be made up to Virginia–more dogs brought back from that same situation. I will foster one. Probably adopt it, but maybe not. It will all depend upon Hope.