Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Well, the puppy is really 6 months old and is officially named "Trixie". The reason this dog ended up on MY porch is completely and totally my momma's fault. I absolutely blame her 100%. As a child growing up, we were always finding/nursing/placing in a new "forever" home, some kind of cat, dog, squirrel, bunny (those never fared well), hummingbird, litter of kittens. We (my sister and I ) served as her assistant- we ran to get the old washcloth or baby blanket, Epsom salts, tweezers, syringe, cotton balls, peroxide, newborn nurser or anything else Momma needed to fix our latest patient. We didn't really keep many of these animals. They just passed through on their way to their "forever" home. The little dog that arrived on our porch was finally classified as a French bulldog/Boston mix. She is soooo ugly she is cute! After three hours at the vet today, her new "Mommy" (not me, my friend, Christy) had quite a few medications to administer to her canine child. Trixie seemed to take it all stride. I think she knew that it was all for the greater good- all the poking and prodding and examination. She is great with children and very loyal. If we were in the market for a dog, she would still be at our house. I know she will be happy with Christy and her family. Trixie's new children are so in love with her. You may think you can avoid turning into your mother. Try anything you like, be anyone you want. Sooner or later you will do what I have done- give up. Go over to the "Momma Side" and embrace it. Really, it's not so bad.... Good night.