Life in the small concrete enclosure with the sounds of barking all night sure beat the years of carrying puppies in my belly and being the dog in the yard to get chewed on daily. I lost count at ten litters.
my gut my nose needed more, and my soul needed more. I was sad and horribly afraid of the dogs in the shelter and skeptical of the shelter workers.
Then that fateful day at the shelter happened. I overheard the
shelter workers talking of a grumpy old man coming to adopt one of the dogs. I wasn't sure what grumpy meant, but it couldn't be bad if this man was going to adopt one of the mean dogs. That grumpy old man happened to be the one who adopted me. He didn't even yell at me or tug me around on the rope tied to my neck.
At first I thought he was giving me nasty stuff to eat like the others, but he gave me a yummy treat. Then the door opened and I felt the sun shine on my back and the smells, oh so many smells I was overwhelmed. He took me for a ride in this thing he called a Jeep. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. We shared so many warm days out in his Jeep, now it's our Jeep, on the trails of Colorado. I liked Colorado there were so many cool smells and the places I could pee were immense.
I healed quickly, but I felt like an astronaut with my "Cone of Shame" as my grumpy old man called it. He kept telling me he had a big adventure for us so I had to hurry and heal. I wasn't sure what adventure meant, but he was sure excited.
Every day kept getting better and better. The smells were overwhelming as I
didn't have enough time to smell them all. Then one day we took a long, a
really long Jeep ride.
That's when I found out what
No one had ever done that for me. I didn't know there were so many trees and bushes and rocks in the world.
I had the most amazing adventure with Grumpy Old Man and Jeep Mom. They say we will do again soon because I really really miss Jeep Mom.
I am a lot like her because I hear her telling people her Jeep saved her life. Well I think the Jeep saved my soul.
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