And then there is Huckleberry

June 2, 2013

Dear Readers,

It's been a beautiful balmy 80 degree day in Central Texas.  Perfect weather to be out and about taking photos and enjoying the day.  I was getting dressed this morning and Michael came into the room.  Almost at the same time, we said, "How about Cameron Park in Waco today?"  Guess fine minds think alike!!

Cameron Park is absolutely beautiful with it's biking and hiking trails, and scenic lookouts to the Brazos River.  I wished there were turnoffs on the winding drive through the park because there were so many places for amazing photos.  We also took some off roads to look at the old mansions ~~ I wondered if movies had been filmed at some of them as they really resembled the Old South.  Of course, I was drooling over the landscaping in the park itself and around the mansions.

We decided to head over to Lake Waco and take pictures there.  We kept looking for a road that went to the lake and turned into a subdivision hoping that would lead us to the lake since the homes backed up to it.  Again ... the architectural details on the homes were breathtaking!

All of a sudden, Michael said, "Look, there's a little Pomeranian.  I think he's lost."  We stopped and Michael coaxed the little guy over to drink some water out of his hand.  He was covered in mud, matted, and his collar was nearly embedded into his neck.  He did have tags on him and we called the vet's office who immediately put us in touch with the owners.  We found our way to the owner's home and waited.  The owners called us and out of the blue said, "Do you want the dog?"  They had three dogs and only wanted one.  Huckleberry had been put out to fend for himself.  We had two options:  either put the dog back on the street or take him home.  It absolutely blew my mind that Huckleberry's owners would just give their dog away to strangers ~~ over the phone no less.

Anyway, we took Huck home with us and gave him a bath.  I spent the next three hours brushing and cutting matts out of his fur while he patiently sat on the table.  Every now and then, he would give me his paw and I would say, "Thank you, Huck, good boy."  It will take another several hours of brushing but at least (for the most part)  most of the big matts are gone and he looks like the handsome boy he was meant to be.

I hate to judge someone that I don't know; yet, I wonder why Huck's owners would be so negligent when it came to Huck's welfare.  Didn't they know they had other options rather than just turning their dog out to find his own new home?  Did God put us in the right place at the right time to rescue him?  I probably will never know the answers to my questions.  All I do know is that Huck is safe now; and, until he gets his furever home, he will be fed, loved, and taken good care of.

To give my fellowman the benefit of the doubt, I'm going to say that desperate people do desperate things.  I'm going to say thank you, Lord, for bringing Huckleberry into our lives - You turned something not so good into something with hope and promise.  I am so in awe at the miracles that God has his hand in each and every day ... even with Huck.

Our home resembles a dog zoo ... Sadie was like, "Oh dear, another dog."  Toby was like, "Oh good another dog to play with."  Kennedy was furious ~~ "What do you mean taking up Mom's time, you dog you?"  Zeke was confrontational, "See here you matted Pom, I'm the baby here."  Ah yes, after a few growls and butt sniffs, it's business as usual!

Always remember I am loving you and praying for you!!

Miss Dottie

PS  "Pets are humanizing.  They remind us we have an obligation and responsibility to preserve and nurture and care for all life." ~~James Cromwell