A rescue dog's promise
This is profound.
Rescues are God's chosen creatures. I lived with four of them--two doggies, and two kitties-- for eight years until I was jettisoned by my conspiring "family." Bear and Charlie (the doggies) and Puff and Mandy (the kitties) were my daily best and most loving buddies in a "home" that was surreptitiously becoming unwelcoming and, sadly, toxic. They snoozed next to, or on, me innumerable times and EVERY time it was obvious they were literally "reading" my thoughts and emotions. I am heart broken that they were taken away from me by heartless humans... and I'm trying to get news about them by circuitous and desperate efforts. I am not ashamed to say I CARE MORE ABOUT THEM than all of three of my estranged members of my ex-family. I pray daily for all my four dearest buddies to be well and their usual delightful shelves... and perhaps the Good Lord might give me a (remote) chance to see them again before anyone of us FIVE expires... I pray.
My Dougie dog makes those promises and she wants to mean well when she makes them, but it’s not her fault that we left a loaf of fresh baked bread on the counter within reach. That was simply a case of entrapment. And what would I do if the bread smelled a hundred thousand times more intense because one of my super powers is my sense of smell? And that fresh donut on the car seat? How was Dougie to know it was for my old guy and not trash she saved me the trouble of throwing away, including the paper wrapper?
I believe God created people to build fences for meadowlarks to stand on when they sing and fireplaces for dogs to sleep beside when it’s cold outside. That’s our primary purpose; everything else is just fluff.
I expect all this from humans. Does this make me a cat?
Many wags from Quinn and Molly! Lovely, Sharron.
Ah Sharron, this is like the Ritz Carlton Golden Rules... for dogs. So perfect.
Three of the eight dogs in my life were rescues. 🐶🐕🦺🐕
I believe all eight lived by the 'rescue dog's promise'...each in her own way.
As your pieces often do, this one evoked so many funny memories of the only 8 creatures in my life who loved me unconditionally. As Bob Hope said, "Thanks for the memories." 🐾
Oh, boy. I miss my dog. What perfect buddies.
You captured Sophie perfectly! Maybe she should have a byline.
Another great one, Sharron. I was grinning the entire time. :D
I only have grand-dogs, but the description fits them to a tee.
Awww. This is wonderful. My old pal Rylo approves. Woof! 🐶
Aww. That was really sweet, Sharron. I miss my pup.
This is so thoughtful and lovely, Sharron.
This should be posted at the Animal Shelter among many other places!! It really hit home, not only because I am a dog lover, but….
Coincidentally I visited the Animal Shelter here in Santa Cruz yesterday with a friend, who is going through cancer treatment & looking for an emotional support dog.
Just before reading this wonderful depiction of our best friends, I was recalling the images of the shelter: the older dogs, larger dogs, German Shepards, the sad lonely faces, the eager friendly ones. Heartbreaking.
And the puppies!!! The desired. The smiles & joy! The universal love of new life.
Needless to say, “Who’s a Good Boy” got to me, and would hit home for so many others, who have loved, lost and adopted the loves of & in our lives. 😢