Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Rescue

Yeah, it's been awhile. I got sick of Facebook. Then I took up Reddit and got lost lurking there. It is so addicting, uplifting and funny.  I missed writing though. I have been writing in my head and typed this out this morning. The two year anniversary of finding our dog was yesterday.
The Rescue
My friend Sharon got the first call.
"We've found a dog, a puppy, under a car, what should we do?"
"Call Carol", she said. She knew I had been looking.
I knelt down to meet the scared pup. He peed. An arching stream of fear.
He had been abandoned, maybe. Evil things had happened to him, positively.
No one called to inquire to my reluctant ads. I could take no chances of breaking a heart.
We named him Bob, Dill and Pickles, finally settling on Jack.
Jack my dog.
He ducked the pets of men, skittishly dance around out-reached hands.
Locked in a kennel through our absence and night, full of silent fright
Eventually, his sad gold eyes won over our hearts.
Soon he was on the furniture, laying stretched out in our bed.
Schedules became dependent on his walks, trips to the dog park, Saturday hikes to the reservoir. 
Bags of gourmet biscuits, warm baths, cross-country practice runs, wrestling matches,
gluten-free dog food, camping trips were on the agenda, but he was worth more
He came around to men, but not to brooms. 
He is still the hungriest dog I have ever met, ignores off-leash commands, fights his way in bed.
Despite his stubborn and rebellious streak, my hand will never be raised.
He's had enough violence in his life before the rescue.
Before he rescued me.

   The good news: my daughter and my friend, Joe, have agreed to be my editors.  Please follow if you like, as a few followers have disappeared in my absence.


  1. We LOVE Jack! He is definitely a part of the family. I love how when I come down to visit an stay overnight, he slips in to the guestroom and sprawls out diagonally so I can barely get in. I laugh when he steals Bob's food right off the grill at our camping trips. (Bob needs to put his grill up higher!)I laughed when I realized the "bite" of Bob's cornish game hen was what he REMOVED from Jack's mouth, rinsed and put back on the grill...then shared with me! So happy Jack found the Guinta's! <3

  2. Yay! Glad to have your blog back.


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