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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

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Location: California, United States

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

A Boy and His Dog

There was a message on my answering machine on Monday evening from an obviously adolescent boy. The only things I could make out from the mumbled message were a name, which did not ring a bell, and the phrases "stay overnight" and "my mom's phone number."

The mystery was solved when R. left me a message on Tuesday. It was Jaz's boy, wanting to know if she could visit for awhile. M. has been out of summer school for a week now and he misses his dog. We talked for a little while and came up with a plan. They only live about 15 minutes down the freeway from me so it's easy.

I packed up her food, her wee pads, some treats, her leash, and a couple of toys. This evening I rushed home, fed her, and plopped her, unceremoniously into the bathtub. Not a happy camper.

But when I got to the freeway exit ramp, Jaz went nuts. When I pulled into the parking lot of their condo complex I thought the dog was going to take my face off in her attempt to fly through the window.

R. just could not believe how happy that little fur ball was to see her. She's still convinced Jaz will forget them. I don't think so. She danced, she wriggled, she raced crazily around the house to make sure everything was still there. She bounced from me to R. to M. and back again.

We showed M. the "sit, down, and wait" commands and how to work on loose leash walking. He is ready for the task, taking it quite seriously.

As soon as Jaz realized I was leaving her, she became agitated so I said my goodbyes and beat a hasty retreat. On the way out, R said "I feel so blessed that we found you." And once again I told her, I feel like I'm the one who received a gift.

I'll pick Jaz up on Friday afternoon. In the meantime she is safe with people who love her. And a young boy did not have to say goodbye to his dog forever.

6 Comments:

Blogger ~ nellenelle said...

Yanno, I'm headed for bed, but... decided I'd read a blog before turning in, and *poof*

ya warmed my heart.

Great story, and it ends this evening a whole lot better than last night's ending.

Thank you. *hugs*

8:56 PM PDT  
Blogger Kim said...

Awww.. you just gave me THE biggest warm-fuzzy! And how gorgeous are you? That was so nice, thank you for telling us :)

3:39 AM PDT  
Blogger Mocha said...

*removing the good-feeling-prick from my heart

Ow. That is so cute my heart is bursting.

Lola, by the way, not only doesn't mind a doggie bath, but I start filling up the tub and say, "Get in" and she jumps right in. Then, she dries off by running around the house like a she-devil and providing hilarious fun.

8:33 AM PDT  
Blogger just me said...

Awww that just made me feel warm and fuzzy. what a ideal situation.

3:11 PM PDT  
Anonymous katy said...

You are so nice to do that for that boy--I konw how my Hub feels about his doggie. There's just something about a boy and his dog.

KM

7:39 PM PDT  
Blogger NursePam said...

*hankies all around*

Actually, I couldn't ask for a better situation. When I go out of town I just won't have to worry that Jaz isn't getting the best sort of attention from people with whom she is already bonded.

And how well I remember being 14, and believing that the only person who understood me was my cat.

9:31 PM PDT  

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