I’m not a very attractive crier. I won’t use the word ugly to describe my swollen face, tear burned lids and blotchy skin, but I could frighten a baby. Some people cry gracefully; a cute little sniffle and a bit of water trickling down their porcelain cheek as they dab it daintily with Kleenex. Me? Not so much. I become a snot filled, boiled lobster, swell like a bee sting and convulse as if I’m on the way to the gallows.
I got up Sunday and decided to adopt those two darling little poms from my stepdaughter. Sure that would make six dogs, but after four, it’s only a number. The more dogs you have the better behaved they are. They teach one another the ropes and play follow-the-leader nicely. There would be a few more yard turds to eradicate but I could look at it as an exercise program; bending over tightens the stomach muscles right?
I went on the computer and looked at their little faces and started to cry. I’d shed quite a few tears over these guys. I see this dilemma through the animal’s eyes, sympathize with their feelings. They love Pam, it is the only home they’ve ever had. They also love one another and would probably end up separated. Their entire lives would be turned up-side-down and they won't understand. The best scenario if that they will be heading towards something good, but who knows what’s in store for them? Hubby gave me a hug. He knows these dogs well as he stays with his daughter when in Calgary. He left it up to me knowing I would be the one with most of the responsibility of a six pack.
So we phone her to say we want them and were told they were already taken to the Pommy Country Rescue the day before. The flood gates opened and I’m now a howling fool in the middle moaning spewing out of me. I look in the mirror and I'm so red. My head feels like it will blow at any second and my eyes have strain marks, even the white part look red. What a lookin putz! I cried for about an hour after that......full blown wailing.
I was still hurting when my son and his girlfriend bought took us out for dinner. They commented my face was overly red and I said it was the heat in the place, which in part was the truth, but that only compounded the fifty shades of rouge. There is no quick fix for this face, once I cry it’s an all day suffering. My lids felt like they were acid scorched and my mascara burned as I applied it. So much for looking decent on my evening out. I could only imagine how badly I looked on the outside when I felt like crap on the inside. To anyone else maybe I looked like I was suffering from pollen allergies or cat hair. I couldn’t have a glass of wine with dinner as I was seriously dehydrated from crying a river of tears so I sipped four glasses of water throughout the evening.
So now we wait. I’ll give that shelter two weeks…the dogs will think mommy went away on another trip…they’ll not realize the score and will expect her back anytime. After two weeks a dog starts to worry and grows sad. I’ve seen it. My Shepard cried and finally tore up his bed and toys after he gave up waiting. That poor guy couldn’t bark for a year as he severely strained his vocal chords barking for me. I never left him again. Dogs need their human parents as much as we need them. New studies out say that dogs might be pack animals but they prefer their human's company to another dog.
The best scenario is that they find a great home, get to stay together and are loved profoundly. I’m willing to take them but if I knew they fared well I’d be happy. After all I am a virtual stranger so coming to live with me would be as much of a transition as elsewhere. I’ll be watching the progress. If they linger at this place I will have to jump in. Pam seemed concerned that they would have to be sent to us by plane but they’d get over it. Surely it can’t be worse than unloading them on a stranger? Sorry, but I really don’t understand. Pets are for life unless you are sick or die. Pretty black and white just like Robert. I would cut my right arm off before I gave up one of mine, someday, someone will be prying them out of my cold dead hands. Besides, you can lightly sedate the pups to take that edge off the trip. In the large picture of things, a few hours of suffering would far outweigh being abandoned, especially when they are heading towards the love of a wonderful forever home.