This was the first picture I saw of him. His caption read, “Hello, my name is Trouble, I’m 11 and was surrendered to the humane society because my owner died.” That’s all I needed to hear. Friends said “don’t do it! You have enough dogs!” But love truly is blind, and slightly deaf too.
So here’s a little backstory on me. I love dogs. Like, really really love dogs. They’ve been in my life since I can remember. I remember getting into trouble as a little girl for running up to strange dogs and trying to make friends with them. When I was 7 I wanted to grow up to be a dog groomer. (Which, to be honest, still sounds fun.)
My first dog that ever claimed me was a little fat pug named Connie. My dad discovered her on a rescue site and surprised me with her for my 23rd birthday. She was my daughter. We were inseparable. She was adopted when she was 5, and we only had 7 sweet short years together. I was devastated and heartbroken when Connie passed. Then about 3 weeks later I get a note from an old friend. “There’s a pug at the humane society! Are you ready for another one? He’s a lonely stray and he’s about 9 years old.” I was always ready for more dogs, but could I handle saying goodbye to another senior dog in a few short years? I took a night to mull it over. The next day I went to go meet this stray, and didn’t leave until he was in my custody.
So that’s how I became Doug’s mom. After Doug came Olive, my rambunctious 3-year-old pug- another gift from my animal-loving father. Olive is like a little toddler that’s high on caffeine all the time. She’s also the funniest dog you have ever met. I always say pugs have their own language, you just have to understand the translation.
3 years ago my dad retired and moved to Mexico. (Must be nice, right?) I told him he couldn’t take his wiener dog, Casey. Olive and Casey are best friends and they need each other. Dad agreed. So that’s how I came to have 3 dogs.
Then Tuesday rolled around, and this little 11-year-old wiener dog popped up on my Facebook news feed. I knew he would fit right in to my motley crew of adopted and rescued crazies. I knew in my heart the best way to honor my Connie’s memory would be to save as many senior dogs as I could. We needed each other. We deserved each other.
I went in the very next day to meet him. And then he met Doug, and then he came home with us. A lady on Facebook that also saw this poor dogs plight sponsored his adoption fee. All signs pointed to YES for this little guy. Mr. Trouble is warming up to his new home nicely, I’d say. He adores my 10 year old son, and they are already the best of friends.
So that’s how I came to have 4 dogs. And now my life is complete and my heart is so full.
Now go rescue some senior dogs! The Western Arizona Humane Society would really appreciate it!