I have a friend who tells everyone that she has the perfect boyfriend. Tall, dark, handsome and he never ever disagrees with her. She’s not lying. His name is Berkley and he’s a black lab.
My best friend and constant companion is a female Jack Russell Terrier. She’s short, cute and very active. I like to refer to her as my little exercise plan. She can also be very pushy at times. There’s a game we play, when she gets just a little too insistent on getting her own way. I call it – Who’s the Boss? Occasionally, she lets me win that one.
Sassi adopted me at the local shelter. I think the fates combined to throw us together. I picked out a nice quiet male spaniel cross, but someone mixed up the paperwork. When I went to pick him up, the volunteer produced this under-nourished critter with the saddest brown eyes I’d ever seen. She wagged her tail and tried to bounce up high enough to lick my face. I was very doubtful, but the nice lady, after apologizing and explaining that the spaniel had gone elsewhere, told me that I could take her home and try her for a week. If it didn’t work out, I could take her back, no questions asked. Can you believe I fell for that?!
Well, I took her home and she ran around in manic circles for several hours before throwing herself on my bed and going to sleep. The shelter had named her Dash, but after watching her take over my house in less time than it takes me to cook dinner, I dubbed her Sassi. Since that day, she’s beco
me the office greeter, the kayak club mascot and my sounding board when I’m plotting a new story. . She makes me laugh, and adapts to just about anything I decide to do. She can swim, ride on the motorcycle, and walk for endless miles on those short leg. She knows how to be gentle with small children, and when the kids are old enough to play fetch she patiently teaches them what to do. My youngest grandson spent countless hours chasing her around the house to put the tennis ball back in her mouth after she’d dropped it at his feet.Sometimes, when we’re sitting on the sofa sharing a snack in the evening, I wonder if she snuck into the office at the shelter and switched that paperwork herself. I wouldn’t put it past her!
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4 comments:
I always reckon the pets that adopt us turn out to be the best little critters ever--the ones that we'll remember always. Give Sassi a hug from me and tell her she has excellent taste in owners ;-)
Aw, I love that you adopted a shelter dog. I can't go in there unless I'm bringing something home with me. Breaks my heart to see them staring through the cages with their big brown eyes.
The best dog we ever had came from a shelter, and I'm convinced he was grateful to us for the rest of his life. I still miss him, even 16 years after he died.
I'm with Kaylea, I want to take them all home with me. What a cutie, enjoy your new friend!
What an angel!!!! I always used to say, "the boys may come and go, but my furbabies are here to stay!" We were rescued by a roadside stray two years ago. She's become quite adept at predicting my son's seizures and related hallucinations.
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