Ok y’all. I love animals. No like really, I LOVE ANIMALS. When I was little I only dreamed of being a veterinarian so that I could save every animal that walked through the door. I mean, seriously. I remember bringing in stray animals or rescuing hurt animals and bringing them in the house, only to be yelled at like what the heck was I thinking bringing that thing into the house! Haha, makes me laugh now because I still do it. My poor husband. The things he puts up with.
So, last summer on 4th of July, my husband, my kids and a few of my friends and I happened to be hanging out at our house for the evening. Now, normally on 4th of July we’ve either been out of town or at a friends house. But last year was different. We were home, just a low-key holiday celebration with a few close girlfriends of mine and my family. Well, it was around 8pm or so and we happened to be standing in the middle of the park across the street from my house so that we could all see the fireworks going off over by a local high school. This couple (younger man, older woman…hey, he may have been her son, but who knows these days, right?) Anyways, this couple came walking up with a little dog following behind them. We thought nothing of it, until the lady said “Hey, excuse me, but do any of you recognize this dog?”…of course, me being me, I bent down to pet the little shaking pup and answered “No, but she’s soooo cute!!”…..ok, just a warning, if this ever happens to happen to you, DO NOT…I REPEAT, DO NOT pet, cuddle smile or even give a single impression that you are remotely interested in the animal, back away S L O W L Y…..haha!!!! I got myself into a world of trouble…ok maybe not trouble but…well just keep reading….
The lady proceeds to tell me how she’s so happy that “we’re dog people” and asked if she could leave the poor little brown dog (as my husband so persistently still calls her) with us. Of course I said “Yes!!!!” I mean wouldn’t you? Ok probably not but hey, I couldn’t help myself. She was shaking and clearly freaked out and needed a place of sanctuary. She wasn’t going to get it from those people. Now, I know what you’re thinking, ‘did you at least try to find the owners?’ What makes you think I kept her??? Because I did, but still….the point is…
Yes, actually I really did my ‘due diligence’ and tried to find her owner. I googled the proper steps to take to try to find a stray animals owner. I even took her to my veterinarian to scan her for a microchip but sadly she didn’t have one. But he did say that she was clearly taken care of, in good shape, healthy and about 7-8 years of age. I was feeling so bad for her and her owner. Like what if a little kid was crying because she is missing her or what if she is some little old man’s BFF? Ya know? I really tried everything. Everything besides dropping her off at the animal jail…I just couldn’t bring myself to bring her there. It’s so sad there. It’s like death row for animals and I just couldn’t do it. So I filed a report there just in case someone came to look for her, they would at least have it on file and they could contact me for her to be reunited.
Well, here we are…over 6 months later….and she’s still with us. I can’t say my husband has been super stoked on her being here but he loves me and she gets along with our other two dogs and she doesn’t take up any extra room…seriously she’s only 8lbs…she’s very sweet but has a scrappy and moody attitude. She’s still learning the ways of our house and what she can and can’t do (i.e. peeing on the carpet…bad girl!!!) but she’s good with the kids, especially the baby. She’s quirky and makes me laugh. I’m not sure if this is her forever home or not but for now I’m happy that we’ve been able to give her a safe place to hang out. She’s a jerk and cute all at the same time….we call her Lola!
Until next time friends,