Life and how to live it
November 1, 2009 – 4:30 amIt’s very early Sunday morning. I’m sitting up in bed eating some of the Halloween candy I bought in case kids knocked on my door (they didn’t) and listening to the latest “Wait, Wait…Don’t Tell Me!” podcast as I missed hearing it on the radio on Saturday morning. The reason I missed it was because I returned to the Pixie Project to formally adopt Wilson. My mother seemed amused when I told her she had a new grandson…sort of.
Amazingly, I never thought I’d become a dog parent, but I’m very happy to have this currently-snoring-under-my-blankets dog in my life now. While at the shelter, I met the vet tech who helped clean him up, provided him with some much needed care, and kept him in her home for a few days. She gave me photos of how he looked when he first arrived and it made my heart sink. His hair was out of control and severely matted and he had sores all over. Today, he looks so different that you probably wouldn’t know it was the same dog.
After she showed me those photos, I looked at him wandering around the shelter floor and smiled because those days were over. While at Pixie Project, I got Wilson a new harness, a new collar, some treats, a couple new toys, and a new stylish leash. Well, I guess the leash is more for me than him. His new dog tag is on the way. Oh yes, I’m one of “those” people who pamper their pooches, but honestly, I couldn’t think of a more worthy subject.
I’m continuing to learn more about Wilson’s personality as well as his likes and dislikes each day. He doesn’t seem too fond of fish treats (my attempt to change it up from the usual chicken ones), but he does love pumpkin. After putting a pan of pumpkin cheesecake brownies in the oven, I started cleaning up the kitchen. There was still some canned pumpkin left, so I put a small bit on a spoon to see if he’d partake. He loved it and looked at me with a “More, please?” look on his face. Sure enough, when I mixed some with his dinner, he licked his bowl clean.
Wilson’s had quite a journey to date, but I’d like to think he’ll be happy hanging out with me for the rest of his life.
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