Friday, March 14, 2014

Would You Do It Again?

Jim didn't talk about the little dog all night.

He didn't mention her in the morning while we got him ready and raced, as usual, to his physical therapy, ten minutes behind schedule.

The pound was on our route home. We were about to drive by and he still hadn't mentioned the dog. I decided I had given him enough room and hung a right, drove the few blocks to the parking lot and parked in front of the adoption office.

"Well?" I asked.

"What?" He asked.

"Are we getting the dog?"

"I'm still thinking."

"We don't have a lot of thinking room."

We had stopped by reception the night before to let them know we were interested, but needed to talk about it. They had warned us not to take more than 24 hours, the little dog was about out of time.

"If I see her again there is no way I'm leaving her. I don't ever want to hear that sound again," Jim said.

"I agree, so...what are we doing?"

Jim didn't answer, but opened his car door and began to fumble with his seat belt. I took that as a yes. We opted to fill out our paperwork and pay first. Jim was serious, he didn't want to see her until she was ours.

"I'm so glad you're adopting Veronica," the beaming adoption counselor said. "She's the last of the group."

Veronica? Seriously?

"What group?" I asked.

"She was one of four Maltese picked up as strays. From what we can tell they had been dumped out on the road. None of them were strong enough to have run from anywhere. They were just huddled together in the middle of the street."

"Were they all in the same shape?"

"Same shape, same age, same mess. Honey, you should have seen them, that little dog has been here three weeks already, she looks great compared to when she came in."

"Her name is not Veronica," Jim said.

The adoption guy looked at Jim politely, but Jim folded his arms and stared into the distance. Apparently, he held the chatty little man responsible for her horrible name.

She was spayed and there had been some dental work done on her, but because she was so weak, they couldn't do everything that was needed. We were looking at a hefty vet bill right out of the chute. Jim didn't react to the projected expenses, he just kept watching the door to the kennels. I sighed and signed our life away.
"Did you have a name in mind?" The clerk asked. He needed a name for her licence and micro-chip.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll come up with something, just put Veronica down for now," I said.

"Her name is NOT Veronica," Jim said, "it's Snocone."

The credit card cleared, and Snocone was carried out, screaming and shrieking, and if possible, even tinier, dirtier and smellier than I remembered.The volunteer thanked us for adopting her. There were tears in her eyes. My guess was from relief, that dog really stunk. Jim handed me his cane and took her in his arms. She wiggled and yelped and I was sure he was going to drop her.

"Wait here, I'll go get the carrier," I said.

"Snocone is never going in a cage again," he said and began his slow, unsteady way towards the exit.

 I hovered, juggling the cane, the paperwork, my pack, and the complimentary bag of dog food. On our way out the door, three more staff stopped us and thanked us for adopting her. Snocone had a fan club.

The second we stepped outside the crying stopped. By the time I had Jim seat belted in Snocone was fast asleep. As I pulled out of the parking lot Jim was sleeping too. They stayed that way until we got home. The sickly dust bunny was all ours, and for the moment, I was sure I would do it again and again, just to see those contented, sleeping faces.



Snipe said...

Thank you for sharing this story, Mugs.

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Heccateisis said...

Thanks for sharing your story!

My mom has a Maltese that was cast off from a puppy mill. At least they brought the poor dog to the vet to be put down. This was because she was unable to have normal puppy litters.

The vet hospital has a rescue program and took her in. My daughter brought her home for my elderly mother. "Puff" doesn't act like a normal dog and is a lot of work, but she never leaves my mother's side and has been a blessing for her.

Alex Hill said...

That was lovely. Are you back? I have missed you!

Clancy said...

:) It's nice to read more of her story.

MichelleL said...

REally?! You had some Trolls making negative comments about THAT story?! I swear I will never understand some people.

I love Snocone stories!

phaedra96 said...

Just goes to show there is a home for every dog, may take awhile but there is always someone out there looking. Snocone was waiting for you to show up.

mugwump said...

michelleL - nope-the trolls are silent on this one...

MichelleL said...

Glad to hear that the Trolls couldn't be bothered to make snarky comments about the story of Snocone's homecoming.

Trolls annoy the #$%@ outa me!!

Becky said...

They kinda match! Thanks for sharing this story!

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Scamp said...

Awww. Angels come in strange packages sometimes... :)

Anonymous said...

A broken body isn't a broken person. I am so glad they found each other. Thank you so much for sharing their story. Somehow, their peace gives me hope for the rest of us. Amy in Ohio

mugwump said...

redhorse - you are so right.

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Unknown said...

I have a pupply mill dog and it's taken 3 years for her to act even remotely like a dog should. She will never be 'normal', but that's ok! She was guessed at being 3-5 years old, so she's now 6-8 years old. It IS all worth it!

Unknown said...

I have a pupply mill dog and it's taken 3 years for her to act even remotely like a dog should. She will never be 'normal', but that's ok! She was guessed at being 3-5 years old, so she's now 6-8 years old. It IS all worth it!

nettie said...

Thank you for sharing,,, I really enjoyed the story. Hopefully there are more chapters in this book to be shared !!

bassgirl said...

What was Jim's profession before retiring? He seems like he would have been an awesome high school teacher. Loved this story, and the style of story telling. Thanks for sharing it all!

kbryan said...

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful post. They look awfully cute together - I think Jim chose well. Thank you for sharing this with us.

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