Continued…
So…we had pretty much decided on getting one of the Golden
Lab puppies that we had looked at and were heading home when we saw a sign for
the SPCA.
“Why not...?” I suggested and Fran turned the car into the
curving, country driveway.
At the bottom of its incline and attached to the main
building there were four large cages.
In the very first one was a beautiful young dog – no older
than about six months. Fran parked our
vehicles and walked over to her enclosure.
The puppy sat rigidly upright wagging her tail and clearly saying, “Look
at me. Am I absolutely not the very best
dog that you have ever seen?” All around us there was SPCA mayhem – barking and
crying and jumping. This dog sat
silently.
Fran knelt by the enclosure and reached her hand inside.
“Yikes!” I thought.
My teaching had been that you exposed absolutely no part of the body to
an unknown dog until you and she had come to an understanding.
The puppy stood, stretched and rubbed first her muzzle and
then the side of her head against Fran’s offered hand.
We climbed the stairs into the office.
“The pup in the first cage?
Sorry. She just came in today. A
lady found her wandering in the shopping area.
She doesn’t have a license or a tattoo but she is a lovely dog and I’m
sure her owners will be looking for her.” said the woman in charge.
“Well, if not,” I questioned, “how long do you hold the dog
before it can be adopted?”
“A week.”
“So, if we leave our names and a phone number…
We were suffering a very bad case of puppy love.
…to be continued…

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