This is our Dog Spot.... This is her favorite perch. She loves to sit on the back of the couch looking out the window. She is our unofficial doorbell. She barks at the passing trucks and school children. We didn't find Spot....she found us. Spot came to live with us 10 years ago after a storm left the city flooded. Spot showed up on our porch with another displaced dog, both tired, wet, and hungry.
Mr. Wonderful, a very practical man, gave me strict orders that I was not to feed the animals and that they would find their way home when the water went down. Our kids fell in love with both and played "fetch" with the dogs and of course fed them.
Several days later both dogs disappeared off the porch and were gone all day. We assumed they must have found their way home and we went on with our life. The next morning we found Spot back on the porch. She was soaked and looked like a drowned rat.
Baby Girl couldn't stand it any longer so she brought her inside, bathed her, fed her and named her. Mr. Wonderful was less than thrilled. His first words were, "We're not having an inside dog! You've got to find her owner!"
We did try. We called all the vets, put up found dog posters and even an ad in the paper. No one lay claim to her and before long she was just part of the family. We had had Spot about two years when one of my daughter's friends was at the house and suddenly said:
"I know that Dog!"
"No you don't", I quickly added.
"I'm sure I do." she persisted.
"She's my neighbor's dog, I'm sure of it".
Daisy Dilemma: Do you give back a dog after investing two years of your life and love into it?
Turns out that the neighbor had another dog by now and was delighted that the dog had found a good home. Good thing as I would have hated to move to Canada just to protect a family member.
Would you have given up the dog if the owners had come to get her?
Mr. Wonderful, a very practical man, gave me strict orders that I was not to feed the animals and that they would find their way home when the water went down. Our kids fell in love with both and played "fetch" with the dogs and of course fed them.
Several days later both dogs disappeared off the porch and were gone all day. We assumed they must have found their way home and we went on with our life. The next morning we found Spot back on the porch. She was soaked and looked like a drowned rat.
Baby Girl couldn't stand it any longer so she brought her inside, bathed her, fed her and named her. Mr. Wonderful was less than thrilled. His first words were, "We're not having an inside dog! You've got to find her owner!"
We did try. We called all the vets, put up found dog posters and even an ad in the paper. No one lay claim to her and before long she was just part of the family. We had had Spot about two years when one of my daughter's friends was at the house and suddenly said:
"I know that Dog!"
"No you don't", I quickly added.
"I'm sure I do." she persisted.
"She's my neighbor's dog, I'm sure of it".
Daisy Dilemma: Do you give back a dog after investing two years of your life and love into it?
Turns out that the neighbor had another dog by now and was delighted that the dog had found a good home. Good thing as I would have hated to move to Canada just to protect a family member.
Would you have given up the dog if the owners had come to get her?
Labels: Animals, Monday memories, Spot
Posted by Lazy Daisy at 11:00 AM
Michele sent me.