People sometimes ask how my Mom got so lucky in finding a dog as special as I am. But really, I am the one who got lucky. Or let’s just say, we both got lucky.
It all started at the SPCA. Before she became my Mom, she had been thinking about adopting a dog to train as a therapy dog for the skilled nursing facility, where she works. One day, she decided to stop at the SPCA Adoption Center, not really expecting to find the perfect dog on the first try. (Little did she know!) I heard her talking outside my room with a staff member. She said that she felt kind of sorry for me, because I looked lonely—all the other dogs had roommates, but at the moment I did not. She looked lovingly at me through the glass wall, as I sat like a lion on my pallet and looked majestic. At first I didn’t look at her too much. After all, I didn’t want to look uncool. Then I heard her tell the staff member that she was looking for a particular type of dog.
“I need a small dog,” she said.
My ears perked up. I came closer to the glass. I’m a small dog. In fact, I could fit in a purse, though I don’t care to travel that way. It’s just not dignified.
“Someone really mellow,” she said.
Why, my nickname is “Mellow Yellow”! I meditate every day.
“But friendly. I need a dog that won’t be afraid of strangers.”
My tail started to wag furiously, like a metronome. Oh! I am soooo friendly!
Before I could tell her to come inside my room, because I was the perfect dog for her, she walked away. “Come back!” I wanted to cry. She walked all around the Center and looked at all of the other dogs, and then after a few minutes (which felt like forever) she came back to me. I stared hard at her through the glass wall. “Look into my eyes, look into my eyes,” I said, as I willed her to look at me. She could not resist my animal magnetism. Our eyes met. And the world opened up in that moment. Just like that we fell in love.
She came inside to meet me, and I wagged my tail wildly and stood up on my hind legs to get closer to her face. She sat down on a chair and I put my front paws on her knees, as if to say, “Pick me up!” What else could she do but pick me up? (Mom doesn’t like to admit it, but I have her wrapped around my little paw.) I lay in her arms like a baby. I put my head on her shoulder and she nuzzled the top of my head. It was the greatest feeling to know that she loved me as much as I loved her.
So, go the SPCA and pick up a Mom or a Dad today. I highly recommend it!
We come in all shapes and sizes. And so do the humans. Something for everyone.
You will be best friends, just like me and my Mom. Some things are just meant to be.