PUPPY LOVE
This may seem familiar…
…I believe in second chances. That the universe comes around again to give you hope and lift your spirits.
If I could go back in time I would, I’d totally do everything in my power to keep Jane. I realize now I gave up too easy, I should have fought.
I didn’t want the struggle or to fight or to make my living situation worse. I know better know, and I’m totally going to forgive myself this guilt.
Jane found a better home, family, situation… I’m just blue that it wasn’t with me.
So now, into the future… while looking for a dog for Paul I found Poppy.
She’s a dead ringer for Jane (save more brown on her brows and more white on her nose and less on her tail). And she’s everything that Paul wants in a dog and everything that I need in one.
AND Guinness will have a playmate. The kids leave him alone (well the big kids do) because he’s so delicate. So he’s usually under me, curled up against my feet or destroying the hell out of anything that squeaks. The kids will have a dog large enough to run around and play with and tumble with. I think with another dog to play with he’ll be able to expend some of that AMAZING energy of his.
Don’t get me wrong, Guinness plays with the kids, especially the baby (because Kee is made of crumbs) but as soon as the play gets rough Gman is GONE! Smart little dog, if you ask me.When he’s out he’s running all over the house, jumping on the kids beds and sneaking them kisses and stealing their toys. I just think that when Guinness was a puppy my constant shouts of “LOOK OUT!!!” kinda made them nervous of him. After all, he WAS the size of a can of soda.
So since I’m really the only one to play with him…and he’s got BAGS of energy while I might have a teaspoon full of it… he wears me OUT.
So the rescue called the people I had listed to recommend me for MOST AWESOME. They did their jobs well. Rock on young monsters, rock on.
So now… it’s the waiting game. After this stage comes the home visit, then they tell me if I’m approved or not for a 2 week trial period to see if Poppy will be a good fit in my home.
Somewhere in there I pay them the adoption fee… S’all good.
Even if I’m not approved I think I will still sponsor Poppy, meaning I’ll still give the rescue money for her care.
Well … here is hoping.
Puppies exist to show us how truly expansive a human beimg is. They, more than any human or abstract layer show us the true meaning of love. Love between God and Man is fraught with rules and threats; that between man and woman is no less fraught (though the rewards are transendant) but more subject to the human emotion grid.
But the love of a puppy, the love of a dog, transcends all this. Like those bumper stickers say, “Dog is Love.” And they know it.
When I worked at the local animal rescue a coworker changed the church sign from God is Love to Dog is Love.
It made me laugh in a nervous sort of way.
We’ve created, in dogs, a perpetual child. One that will protect and adore us. We’ve collared the wolf and turned it into something cuddly and fawning.
Mind you, I love dogs, I always will… but I wonder if this all abiding, unconditional love has been manufactured by man in order to make us gods.
Let us, then, be benevolent gods. Let us always offer the hand of friendship to the wagging tail, and let us pet the brow of those who love us far, far more than they ever should. Someday we gods will be worthy of those who worship us. I hope.