My dog adoption application was rejected. Denied. Don’t call us, we’ll call you (they never did). Closed. The heartbreaking part for me what that I’d already fallen in love with a very specific dog I was applying to adopt. I’d taken her for walks, taken the requisite ‘we’re in love’ goofy photos, even named her. And now, the Board Of Unknowing Deciders was telling me I wasn’t good enough to love this dog forever. I cried, hard. Then I wrote an email. Then, I got moving.
With my sister riding shotgun, we began a ‘tour de shelter’ of the greater Bay Area. There are many dogs in this world that need love, and I found myself totally wanting to open my home to a small, sturdy little dog (no Chihuahuas need apply, sorry). Falling in love with that particular dog had awakened something in me; I was ready for dog love. The farts, the early morning poo walks, the affection, the works. I had already so completely imagined my life with a new furry companion, it seemed absurd to let go of that dream just because some people told me ‘no’.
‘Where there’s a will there’s a way’, and ‘love finds a way’, are two of the phrases that kept floating through my mind on this three day quest. My will took me through a full tank of gas (I drive a hybrid!) over several days zig-zagging across the Bay Area. After 3 days, I worked my way to Stockton, where I met and immediately said yes to Huxley, a puggle. He’s more dignified than his breed makes him seem.
I’m amazed at how easy it would have been to become totally paralyzed by that decisive ‘NO’, and what a love I’d be loosing out on if I’d let that happen to me. I’m thrilled that I literally wrote and acted out my own happy ending and now have a snoring dog leaning on my legs.
Some things are worth working for, what’s yours?