Puppy Love

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 Puppy Love

It’s been over five years ago I watched the horrors unfold; first, with Hurricane Katrina; then Hurricane Rita, both occurring within a month. Although impacted, I was in no way caught up like the citizens of New Orleans. Hours and hours of watching TV and crying—of experiencing such a feeling of helplessness—made for long days and nights for me. My humble distress and discomfort was not even enough to register on any scale of inconvenience compared to what others endured.

 

I did my small part when an acquaintance from that area called to say she and her mother and father were all but nomads as they searched, without success, for shelter. They were all the way in Georgia by that time. Yea! Here was my chance. I could do a little something besides cry. We had houseguests for a while after that.

 

I told you that tidbit for a reason.

 

With them came a small dog and a humongous cat! I’m not kidding! I…mean…big. That cat was bigger than their dog. It took a little getting used to having animals in the house. The dog liked me. I was scared of the cat. You could call me a “fraidy cat”, I guess. LOL

 

Well, as events unfolded in New Orleans, I saw people refuse to leave their pets when their turn came for rescue. I couldn’t fathom choosing death with a pet over life without it. I still can’t. But, I now know how many may have come to that heart-wrenching decision.

 

Another related long-story-short, my relative’s in-laws were forced from New Orleans by Katrina. Their relatives were run out of the city affected by Rita weeks later. Everyone ended up at the first relative’s home. And—with them came a miniature poodle and a miniature pincher. That was the end of August through the end of September. Well, the pincher caught the poodle behind the couch. Almost three months later, my relatives became a pup-mom and dad of a litter of five boys. That’s how I ended up with a dog. The oldest of the five. And—from what I was told—the busiest of them all.

 

I’d refused to get another pet because of the pain of having to have one put to sleep years ago. This one was foisted on me. And I’m glad he was.

 

 

 

Who couldn’t love that face?

 

 

A dog now lives in my home like it’s his right.

 

I have a better understanding of how love for a four-legged family member is capable of hampering the decision-making process. Since Pooh Pooh, I’m not so sure what I would have done in that earlier situation.

 

Now, I know what some of you are thinking. I do draw the line. No kisses from a dog. I don’t care about the myth that a dog’s mouth is cleaner than a human’s. I’ve seen where this dog sometimes sticks his nose. None of that for me. Pooh Pooh does, however, know what “give a hug” means. He nuzzles my leg with his nose in response. The next picture is Pooh Pooh and one of his brothers.

 

 

He’s a playful, happy, spoiled pooch…

 

…that loves to watch nature shows on TV—from the comfort of the bed.

 

He chases squirrels. But, sometimes I think it’s all a front. The chase is just a game to them.

 

 

 

He’s changed from this…

 

…to this.

 

 

But, I wouldn’t trade him for the world. And—that’s my Pooh Pooh story.

 

 

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2 Comments:

  1. Awww! How adorable!! I love the picture with him leaning off the edge of the couch. Too cute!

    • Hi, Emily,

      Something I objected to when we first got him was being called a “pet parent”. Well, guess what? I guess I am. And like any parent, I think you’re right. He is adorable. Oops! Did I say that out loud?

      Thanks for the visit.

      Mickie

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