Most recently I have read two different blogs by two extremely talented writers whose only commonality is their love of rescue dogs. Their dogs to be exact. Ann Handley dot com has a heart warming story of “Georgie” the spaniel who made a miracle recovery.
Gala Darling dot com tells of her pit bull rescue and his full recovery and the love and charm you can clearly see “Hank” has brought into her world. I realized that I had a story of a rescue dog as well, but there was no miracle recovery. I don’t have any picture to show about the fuzzy wuzzy happy ending because the love of this dog is interwoven with the passing of “Elsie” my Mother.
Here is my rescue dog story:
Funny thing about rescue dogs, the love factor I mean. My Mom in 2000 was working for the SPCA fund drive in her small community. My parents already owned a dog, a lhasa apso named “Asa”, and my Mom raised $600 dollars and was the highest earner for her district.
She also came home with a dog, from someone who gave a donation but said they just couldn’t keep their dog and would my Mom take “Treasure” with her. I can still remember the conversation over the phone of the dogs barking and my parents telling me the story of my Mother’s fundraising ability and how happy my Dad was that it only cost them one rescue dog.
Ah, but that was Elsie in a nutshell, A Spirit with a heart as big as the ocean. “Treasure” the rescue dog moved right in and took over “Asa’s food bowl immediately. “Asa”, aka “Houdini” because he could escape from any yard if he really wanted to, was just as smitten by the charm of “Treasure”. They were instant friends.
Later I found out that “Treasure” was the name my Mom gave to the flappy black long haired poodle/terrier and whatever else nobody quite knows…and that the person who gave the dog to my Mom had called her “Sparky”. I actually read it in the front page of the local newspaper about my Mom’s death and the rescue dog, because I guess the previous owner for whatever reason wanted the newspaper to know “Treasure’s” other name. I never could quite figure that out.
That was May 2002 and the first evolution of my charm offering with a Feng Shui twist rolled off the press into reality November 2002.
“I just got back from that dog exercising me, he is relentless as you well know”- “Will not give me a day off and not settle for less than three miles a week”, my 87 year young Father huffs out. “Gosh, Dad he is just a puppy, I mean he is only fourteen and just finding his stride, big laughter…Those lhasa apso dogs were built for the Himalayas”.
Dogs, I thought to myself, new day, new deal, nose into the wind, “its this way – lets go find it and smell it….. follow me”.
Photo: “surf” randall friedman