We were having brunch with friends when we got onto the topic of dogs. We mentioned that we’d probably want an older dog, a German Shepherd, perhaps.
The following week, we have a conversation like this over dinner:
Big Guy: Did you see the paper?
Me: No, why?
Big Guy: You’ll have to check it out online.
Me: (thinking…. “great…what did my college do NOW?”)
Me: (went online, found story) OH MY GOSH! WHO WOULD DO THAT TO PUPPIES?!?
Our little Maggie was part of a litter of pups that were abandoned on a country road. In the 90+ degree heat (with the heat index….120 degrees!).
Oh. But the person who dumped them put a bag of dog food under the tree.
Gee. Thanks.
A couple was driving by, saw the pups and sprang into action. They rescued the pups, brought them home, put them into a child’s wading pool to cool them down and made a call to the Humane Society. By the end of the day, they were in the shelter.
Because of that couple….our dog is still here today.
The Big Guy and I continued our conversation….
Big Guy: I know. It’s sad, isn’t it?
Me: Yeah. I hope they get adopted.
Me (thinking…. “Hold on a second….”)
Me: Wait. Are you thinking that we should adopt one of those puppies?
Big Guy (under his breath): Maybe.
I thought about it, too. A lot. Two days later I went down to the Humane Society to see about the pups. I thought for sure they would have a lottery or something with all the people who were interested. Nope. They were first come, first served.
I walked back to their pen and as I was standing there, tears rolling down my face and saying, “this is our dog!” Before I knew it, I was filling out an application and putting down a $20 deposit. I sent a text to the Big Guy and said, “meet me here at 4:30 p.m..”
When the Big Guy met Maggie—he snapped like a cracker. He, too, knew that Maggie was OUR dog. We agreed to doing it and the rest is history.
