It was a year ago today that my (now) mom drove to Alabama to pick me up from the lady at the rescue organization. She had picked me up from the shelter on New Year's Eve so that I "didn't have to spend the holiday in a shelter." My mom knew from that statement that she and that lady were kindred spirits. On the drive back to Nashville, I cowered in the back seat by myself. I remember sleeping alone in one of the crates that first night. I was scared!
My mom had no intention of keeping me.......she just couldn't stand the thought of a perfectly good dachshund being put to sleep because they needed more room. Dude. It took me about 24 hours to realize I had hit the MOTHER LOAD of homes. Now, I would have preferred to have all the attention to myself, but it was apparent that this woman adored dogs and if I played my cards right, I might be able to stay.
I lathered her with charm. I gave her "the face." I can recall a night a few weeks later when mom called a family meeting to discuss whether I wanted to stay FOREVER. (hell yes, sign me up!!) 5 weeks later it was official! And the rest, as they say, is history.
It's true that it's amazing what a difference a year makes. I went from shelter dog on the chopping block to being the famous face behind the "Save Louie" campaign. Rock star. That, my friends, is how it is done. I still can't explain what it is about me that makes me do special, but my mom knows. She could tell that I was the perfect fit to the family. Then August came around and Cosmo came to live with us and I thought "Jackpot!!" I have a friend who will play with me!
Enough with the musings from this little brown dog......FAT little brown dog, I should say. My thoughts for the new year? "Chin up, your winning lottery ticket is just around the corner." Mine was.