We have been on the road two years and not yet have I told you about our sweet old dog. Today Pink tells her story. Unlike me, she’s more laconic than loquacious, but she does have a tale to tell. And here she goes.
“Call me Ishmael.
Or call me Chumley, or Big Baby, or Pootie, or any of another dozen names my people have tried to hang on me. I prefer their first choice of names, Pink. Before that I had another name and another family, but all I remember of them is the children. I loved my kids.
I lost my first family. Either they turned me out onto the street with a bad case of heartworms, or I went off exploring and then couldn’t remember the way home. It’s all a blur now. The dogcatcher eventually caught me, weak and hungry, fifteen pounds underweight. Raleigh’s English Springer Spaniel Rescue Association got me out of Death Row a day ahead of the needle and found me a short term home with Springer people.
There was another Springer with them, also being rescued. She was good at catching food on the fly, which forced me to learn that trick. She was mean to me, but I never bit back; I only cried to my people. They got her adopted and in time, I became their big puppy.
That was in 2007. Along the way I’ve fought cancer, both breast and adrenal. I have endured four surgeries. The last was two years ago. I helped Jackson beat his cancer, and he and Kat got me through mine.
My vet says I’m around twelve years old. Arthritis dogs me sometimes, but usually I feel pretty good. I’ve had a good life, and like everybody else, I’m looking forward to a lot more of it. I’ve tried to adopt kittens, seen twenty or so National Parks, and have learned to enjoy Thai food in my Iams. I’m not good with stairs, I don’t care to obey any commands, and I simply must bark at anyone with facial hair
That’s my story, and now it’s close to dinner time. ‘Scuse me: I gotta eat!”
You too can take care of a rescue dog. You don’t need to be perfect. It doesn’t matter if you’re occasionally negligent with grooming or late with meals, nor if you don’t walk her as often as she’d like. Regular chow and a place to sleep out of the rain and cold are a huge improvement over life on the street. Having someone who cares about you is right up there with food and shelter. That’s true be you man, woman, or beast.
Yes, you can do it.