gratitude-a-thon day 932: rescue dogs, hell, let’s just say ANY dogs

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Yesterday I drove my friend Leah to Rhode Island to adopt a rescue dog.

It was emotional and adorable.

Phoebe appears to be pretty perfect in the pup division. She is friendly and adaptable, and when she arrived home, didn’t even have a reaction to Leah’s cat. I have to say (cover your ears, Riley), I sort of fell in love with her.

Leah’s first rescue dog Stanley, a one-of-a-kind, who always reminded me of the cutest   Dr. Seuss character, died about six months ago, after living with Leah for a decade. Leah’s a great dog parent, and gave Stanley, who came to her with six types of worms, skittish, and terrified, a loving home with loads of attention. But Stanley, all of like, six pounds was so small he could get trampled by big dogs (even small big dogs) and this made it hard for her to walk him without fear. In other words, she loved that little guy, but he made dog ownership a little bit challenging. Miss Phoebe seems to have an easy going personality that will charm other dogs and people alike. Even Stanley would love her. (Did I mention I might want to dog-nap her?)

Anyway, I am so GRATEFUL for dogs, the big ones and the small ones. They make the world such a much better place (ESPECIALLY during election season).

 

 

2 thoughts on “gratitude-a-thon day 932: rescue dogs, hell, let’s just say ANY dogs

  1. This is such a great post and happy picture. Very recently we lost our rescue from Ohio (three years ago we had to wait to go see Reds Sox clinch AL championship before driving to get her because we had the tickets before we knew she was going to be our dog. We needed to personally pick her up at her foster home.). Today my husband remarked that our next rescue dog is coming home for the Red Sox post season just like the first one. “Kugel” was a great Wheaten Terrier mix, beloved not only like by us but many friends from Waldstein dog park (aka Dean Road). The new dog, whose name has not yet been chosen, is coming two years and 51 weeks from the date we picked up Kugel. We are still grieving our sweet Kugel, and always will, but having a new fluf-ball around will make life better. We hope she’s a hit at dog park!

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