Love Connection/Life Connection

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My first connection with handsome man Rex last month was somthing akin to speed dating.

I’d entered a room ripe in potential for love connections immediately upon arrival at the shelter.

“Hey there handsome guy,” I announced while approaching Rex’s pen, sandwiched tight between some boisterous hound dog brothers.

Only Rex turned around, cocking his elfin head, and thrusting his little chest forward.

We made immediate eye contact, then he ran over to greet me extending a tiny paw through the fencing in the gate.

Labeled extremely shy when he’d first arrived, this handsome man had made a miraculous recovery.

I hailed a kindly volunteer over to escort Rex and I to a ‘meet and greet’ room where we soon were sharing savory snacks and sparkling water.

I told him I really wasn’t looking for a year old pup, “being an aging woman and all, but I just wanted to meet you”.

He looked disappointed.

“You see Rex, I’m not one of those cougar women you hear about.”

He then gazed back up at me, seeming to understand, yet still determined to charm.

And boy, did he ever.

Rex was soon showing off his talents with the commands he’d already learned such as “sit”, “stay”, and “no”.

Rex also proudly displayed finesse at walking on a leash, an important gift to this graying woman before him for trips into the city.

I slid down onto the tile floor, where Rex immediately climbed onto my lap.

I told him tales of my sweet senior corgi, Maddie and her spunky senior Yorkie brother.

“That Tucker’s still got plenty of attitude”.

Rex looked up at me with his tiny brown eyes, amused.

Maybe that look of amusement, those brown eyes, and that blithe spirit is what finally captured my heart.

And my soul.

Especially when Rex kept sweetly licking my hand as I shared stories of the two senior dogs I lost last year.

“I’m guess I’m trading in loss for life,” I told him.

I shared part of our story with the shelter where I adopted Rex. https://quiltofmissingmemories.wordpress.com/2016/01/24/love-connectionlife-connection/

It’s since appeared on their Facebook page.

One popular comment was posted there afterwards asking, “Who rescued who?”

I know for sure I didn’t rescue Rex.

Nor did Rex rescue me.

I just fell in love that day with a little young man.

And I’m hoping he’s fallen in love with little old me.

Ay caramba, Greta!


Grandma Greta was not happy at all when she realized I’d missed National Dog Day again.

At a minimum, she was expecting a new garage sale tutu.

But she was even more annoyed by the serenade she heard as I dialed each of the familiar phone numbers to the vet.

She knows them all by heart.

“So what’s up with that?” she barked in my direction.

“Well Greta, it’s time for your rabies shot.”

With that Greta leapt out of her dog bed, hitting the high road for the local Mexican grill down the road.

It’s her favorite hide out.

And miles way from the vet’s office.

I found her 30 minutes later, finishing up a siesta inside an empty burrito bag.

I could still smell the salsa.

But we’ve worked it out.

She’s agreed to go to her appointment.

And I’ve agreed to a full buffet dinner,

Complete with a mariachi band,

Where she’ll twirl in the brand new tutu I just bought her.

Ay caramba, Greta!

You’re one very smart cookie.

Never alone

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I’d first noticed the flyers this morning before work.

“Lost Dog,” they announced.

Tonight, one was in my mailbox.

I read the words ‘shy’ and ‘timid’, bringing memories of several ‘flight risk’ females I’ve fostered.

And my own sweet corgi, Mariah.

Lost once herself in cornfields for days, after taking off one night in a thunderstorm.

“Even if just sighted, please call!” pleads the writer.

Love and concern, so real.

Maybe the Shiba Inu belongs to a young, red headed boy.

Or a graying grandma like myself.

Whoever it is, they clearly miss that dog.

Though its been a long day, I know the canine crew here would perk up if we did something for someone else.

One kindred spirit in need.

So off we go.

Besides, my clan has a nose for hunting down and making fast friends.

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Some very hot dogs


So they had the running of the bulls over in Spain a few months back, but today it was all about the running of the wiener dogs in my town. And to think I almost missed it.

I’d forgotten all about the big event until I parked to buy some sausages at the meat market. I immediately became tangled in pink, blue and purple leashes all with ankle-high dachshunds attached at the other end. I quickly realized it was time once again for the annual September fall festival, including the dog races of the most dedicated and determined dachshunds in the district.

The four doxie events on the docket were well orchestrated chaos:

-First, there was the pre-game kick off up consisting of a group jog around the perimeter of the track so the crowd could welcome the waddling wiener dogs. A cute little doxie, ‘Barack Obama’, was the early odds on favorite to take all.
-Next were the sprints. Tensions rose, along with the heat and humidity, as panting pooches waited impatiently for the starting flag to be dropped. As the sprints began some dogs leaped forward, some ran in circles, and the best and the brightest took off towards the mini-donuts stand on Main Street.
-The third event was the hurdles with the craftiest canines figuring out they could just trot around them with a lot less exertion, and still wow the crowd.
-Finally, there was a costume event. Among the crowd favorites was the lime green Chia pet grass blanket draped across one chocolate Doxie. There was also a Vikings football player, a princess, a peacock, and of course a hot dog costume or two. The crowd was very impressed.

Afterwards several of the winners cooled off with treats over at the ice cream store with their owners.

So I guess it’s true. Every dog has its day. And today it all belonged to the dachshunds.

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Musings by Maddie: Guest blog post by a corgi

-Smile more often. It will help your mood and those of others.

-Naps are crucial, a daily requirement for a good life.

-If life’s burdens get you down, roll on your back in green grass for a while.

-Don’t bark about the wrong things. It just makes people mad.

-Do make people laugh. Wiggling your rear end on your walks will work.

-Always remember, belly scratches can reduce stress.

-Know that treats can be a great day brightener.

-Make good eye contact with those you meet, and you’ll get even more treats in your day.