“Love is the one means that ensureth true felicity both in this world and the next.”
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I haven’t a clue why I decided he was mine. I just remember turning around, pointing to his enclosure – “I want that one.”
“You sure?” My husband’s a bit stunned.(Small decisions, like what color to paint the wall, incubate in my mind for a long time. Whereas, buying my first new car, purchasing a house, picking a dog – these kind of decisions are generally impetuous, emotional with no basis in logic or fact.)
“Yes, That one.” There was no turning back.
The shelter was closing. If I wanted to adopt I had to return and take him into the play yard to see IF HE LIKED ME . . . or not. IF he responded positively THEN I could then fill out an application to adopt which they would THEN review.
Now I’m getting nervous. What if he doesn’t like me? What if the shelter volunteers don’t think I am a fit dog owner? What if someone better comes along and gets him?
The next day he and I have our first face to face. Literally. To enter the large fenced in play yard there’s a very high steep step. He has very short legs. I’m told to lift him up the step. Eyeball to eyeball , he licks my face and I laugh in delight. The more I laugh the more he licks. This dog LOVES me!
In the play yard it’s a variation of “the pillow or me” – He runs to the fence, barking at something unseen (at least to me) that needs to be barked at, runs back to me, licks whatever part of my body he can reach before dashing back to the fence for more barking. Back and forth, back and forth, he’s as possessed with barking at the fence as he was humping the pillow. I can’t stop laughing and he can’t stop running back and forth, barking and licking, licking and barking. I was in love.
Apparently the shelter volunteer decided I passed the “likeably test”. I was allowed to fill out an application to adopt. Now I’m nervous again. Answering questions like:
- “Do I allow pets to sleep with me?” – if I answer “No” they’ll think I’m not a cuddly person. “Yes”, I don’t care about hygiene.
- Are there other pets in the household? No – he’ll be lonely. Yes – he won’t get as much attention as he needs.
- How many hours a day am I at home? If I’m always at home I’m not interesting enough person to merit adopting such a wonderful dog – If I work, he’ll be neglected. If I don’t work I have no means to support him . . . . .
Suddenly truth doesn’t matter. What matters is figuring out what they are looking for so they won’t give MY dog to someone else. Takes me forever to answer the application. Finally I go with the truth. I don’t like myself if I lie. But the truth is I am more fearful they’ll make home visits, find I lied and take him away. My mind was crazed with love.
My heart sinks when they announce my application will be REVIEWED. (This is no “APPLICATION”. This is a life review for top-level security clearance) He’s scheduled for neutering at the end of the week. Nothing will be decided until then.
“Would you tell me a bit about him?” I ask hesitatingly not wanting them to think I’m nosey.
- About 10 months old.
- Picked up by Animal Control roaming the streets in a far away city.
- No identification.
- Put in a kill-shelter.
- Rescued the day before he was to be euthanized.
- Shelter volunteers named him Homer.
HOMER! ! ! Trying to keep a blank expression on my face so as not to upset the shelter volunteer, my mind races. (I can’t call him HOMER! He doesn’t look like a Homer, act like a Homer. Homer is a loser name. No Homer I’m aware of has ever made it big, except Homer of the Illiad and the Oddysey – ay yi yi – painful flashbacks to struggling with the classics in college. Homer isn’t quirky, lively and no respectable Homer would EVER hump a pillow.)
Little did I know then how classic “Homer” really was.
Coming! Homer and the Wicker chair – the plot thickensLinks to all the current chapters (they do need to be read in order to follow the story thread): Prologue & Epilogue Chapter 1 – Instincts Rule Chapter 2 – Love at First Lick Chapter 3 – Chewsing Heaven Chapter 4 – Unleashed Chapter 5 – Our Little Angel Chapter 6 – Favorite Flavors, Patience & Self Control Chapter 7 – Love has no Bounds