Last week we celebrated “Gotcha Day” at my house. (Ah, I mean at our house.) Not counting the night I was rescued from the side of the road where someone left me, Gotcha Day is the most important day for me. It marks when Steve, Hoppi, and I became a family.
Here is a little piece I wrote in my book about that day:
“…Hi, puppy! I think we have found you a home.” With cupped hands, she scooped me up and carried me to the small room I visited briefly the day before. As we entered, I caught a familiar scent. And then she handed me to a man. It was the “Tomorrow Man!” He took me and held me to his face and nose nuzzled me again.
“Well, she still seems calm. Is she still sedated?”
“No, the drugs wore off during the night. She’s probably still a little sore. But what you see is undrugged!”
“I like her. Can we take her home today?”
And with that tomorrow became today.
Papers were signed. The man carried me to his car and placed me on the woman’s lap. I later learned that she was his wife. She felt good and had a nice smell.
Another rumble came from below. Forward movement, again. I fell asleep….
The man, who I gathered was known as Steve, and the woman, Hoppi, stopped the car. I was still in Hoppi’s lap, but my nose was up. Sniffing.
Where was I? Would I be left someplace again? Another crate? More noise?
She opened the car door and stepped out with me. We were in front of a brown building that did not look anything like the puppy room building. It was smaller and seemed happy with all the colors surrounding it.
“Welcome home,” said Hoppi as she followed Steve through a gate on the side of the building.
Home? Was that my name?
We walked down a small pathway, and then I was put down on the ground. I just sat there and looked around. I’d never seen anything so open, green, and soft. No cars. No puppies. Just me, Steve, and Hoppi.
Beyond the Biscuit
Who has been your “tomorrow man or woman”—a person who came to your rescue at a pivotal point in your life? Perhaps it was a mentor, a teacher, a coach, a friend, a boss, a spiritual leader, or a family member. What did this person do to help and guide you? How has this shaped your life?
(The above comes from pages 9-12 in my book.)
I continue to be a lucky pup. WOOF!
Thanks for coming back to my blog. You make me happier than biscuits!
My book, Roxie Looks for Purpose Beyond the Biscuit, is still available. I share stories and lessons about friends, family, and fun. And I speak about purpose as well. (Steve says for dogs we might just want to call it “furpose.” He makes words up, I think.) Perhaps the book holds a biscuit or two for you!
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