Saturday, October 16, 2010
The Face of Love
While at a birthday luncheon in the country the other day, the owner of the ranch had many rescue dogs. A Scottie, a German Shepherd and a couple of labs.
The dog in this picture had been rescued a mere three weeks ago after being hit by a car and had a dislocated hip. Surgery was performed, I believe, and she walks with a slight limp. Sweet, sweet disposition. It didn't act like a dog who had been mistreated but more like a dog used to being around people. But the owner told me that she cringed when they tried to help her after they found her, so I don't really know.
However, she sat through most of the lunch with her big paw, and I do mean BIG, on my knee and this incredible looking face staring at me. I swear I so wanted to bring her home.
Resist I did. It wouldn't be fair to have a big dog like that with as much traveling as I do. But I can't get her out of my mind.
Now when my dog of fourteen years, Flash, was hit by a bus and died six years ago, I swore never again. I was so bereft that I was shocked at my behavior.
Of course, those of you who follow the blog know that I was adopted by the feral cat who became known as Velcro, (cause she follows me everywhere). But, she is self sufficient. Definitely not as much work as a dog. In fact, she goes off on search and seizure missions every now and then in the canyon. Luckily, she doesn't bring home here prizes anymore. Things such as lizards, mice, birds, or whatever else she catches. Thankfully.
But I digress. I think I'm going to have to delete this photo of this precious dog to stop thinking about her. I DO NOT want to have another dog. I DO NOT. I DO NOT. I DO NOT!