My dad says I’m a crazy woman. My vet calls me a frequent flyer. Stubby hubs hunk is forever patient with my need to help those with a sad story. My kids are just along for the ride. What else can they do.
Last month we let our beloved Juju cross the rainbow bridge. Man, was she a great dog. At about the same time I received news that the boxer rescue I work with had 8 dogs in the kennel and needed walkers. Stubby hubs hunk said he wasn’t ready to foster again so soon after losing the juj so this seemed like a good compromise. The bug and I went together. We took almost 3 hours to walk 3 dogs. It was wonderful. While there, I asked the woman who runs the rescue if I could take pictures of the dogs we walked to post on my FB page in an attempt to home. At the time we were walking a lovely brindle boy named moose. She cautioned me to be careful. That he was new and a bit skittish. That surprised me because he was being a perfect gentleman. Later that day she said she was worried about him. That he had terrible kennel stress. My heart broke. I imagined this loving sweet bear’s personality changing the longer he spent in the kennel. I couldn’t get him out of my thoughts the whole day. When stubs got home that evening I strong armed him. I told him the story and said that we should foster him. Many of you know who us would think that this happens often. Not as often as you might think. We know that we only put our foot down when it is very important to us.
His response, ” ok but you’re cleaning up his poop and taking care of him.”
Mine, ” done”.
That night as we all piled onto our bed to watch a zombie movie, I looked up to find the bug laid across the bed with his hand back holding the moose’s paw. My heart exploded. This sweet boy of ours had been terribly struck by the loss of Juju. He also had been asking for a big dog for years. He talked about his love for boxers. The seed was planted. I wanted moose to be ours. I needed to be delicate with the situation. Stubs was very clear that we needed to find him a good home. He was working overtime to accomplish this goal. I know him. He worried that the longer moose stayed with us the harder it would be to give him up. This isn’t the case with all fosters. Some just aren’t a good fit. In some cases the timing isn’t right. For moose, the planets had aligned. It took 4 days for the die to be cast in ALL of our minds.
Last night stubs leaned into moose’s ear and stage whispered, “hey moose, mommy was right.”
This morning I was sat on the front porch sending an email while Rudy and moose walked the yard peeing one after the other on everything as boys are want to do. I looked up and didn’t see moose. I gave one sharp whistle and he came tearing from around the side of the house. That boy is MINE.
Puppies are wonderful. How could you not think so. Yet, there is something so heart warming about the grateful eyes of a dog whose life has been turned upside down. Stubs wondered what moose thinks of his old home. I do know that being surrendered is a huge blow to the self esteem of animals. Nothing warms my heart more than watching an animal blossom in a loving home.
Some say I’m crazy. Some tolerate. There are those who have had kind words for the warmth of my spirit. You all should know that being a pet owner is what fills me. Being a mom to my children and my animals is my purpose.
My cup is so full. My heart so warm. Thank you Stubby Hubs Hunk for knowing, always, just what to do and say.
I AM the luckiest.