Saturday, November 24, 2012
Happy Birthday Miss Truvy.
I rescued Truvy from the DC Animal Shelter ten years ago when she was about a year old. I was living with Peter, my fiancé at the time, and his 5 year old yellow lab, Quincy. So Truvy was a big part of our lives together and constant reminder of him and what never came to be.
I had been going to the Arlington Shelter for months with not luck. Then one day a worker recommended I go to the DC Shelter and a few weeks later that's just what I did.
The DC Shelter was dark and not as clean or modern as the Arlington Shelter and every other dog was a Pit Bull or Pit Bull mix. I was down to my last room and then I saw her. She was in the first cage and standing on the gate trying to get everyone's attention. She was sticking her nose through the opening and waging her tail but we weren't permitted to touch her. She had mange but was almost healed so she was ready for adoption we just couldn't pet her and risk infecting the other dogs.
She was really turning on the charm, making tons of eye contact but not barking and winning my heart and that of two other people. Then the food came and all her attention went to the food. I left her to eat and went to finish looking. I found an adorable 6 mnth old beagle male but I really wanted a female and Celeste, the name the shelter had given her, was so damn cute. When I walked back, she had already finished eating and had curled up in a ball and was sound asleep in all the chaos. This amazed me. She looked so peaceful. I knew then she was the one I had been searching for.
I went to the desk to make my request but was number three! I was heart broken but made a plea to the woman and she bumped me up - the $20 didn't hurt either. This was the Saturday before Thanksgiving and was sure for some reason, although I hadn't thought to ask, that they wouldn't be adopting out dogs Thanksgiving weekend, but I was wrong. I got the call on Monday that I was approved to adopt Celeste and had to confirm my acceptance and authorized payment for her spaying and other minor costs - about $100 total. They said she'd be ready on Friday and I was there with my friend Michael at 10 am to take her home.
I of course changed her name to my favorite Steel Magnolia's character, played by the incredible Dolly Parton, to Miss Truvy. Miss Truvy still had many bald spots from the mange but was otherwise healthy and thrilled to be wanted and loved. Of course, as the weeks went buy we learned that she had obviously been abused, trained and had a fear of brooms, people with covered faces and people of color. She is still weary of brooms and faceless people but to everyone else and especially kids, she goes nuts.
The story and love continues....
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Friday, November 23, 2012
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Wednesday, November 21, 2012
How does Tramp celebrate his 12th Birthday? First it's to the salon for a morning of pampering, grooming and of course a peti-cure. Then it's off to McDonald's for a cheeseburger, hold the bun and the carbs, and then a walk in the park. Tonight there'll be some extra treats.
Tramp came into my life 8 years ago on the night before Thanksgiving. Unlike today, that night was cold and pouring rain and when my mom had finished bringing in the groceries, there in her kitchen looking up at her with his big brown eyes was a soaking wet little dog wagging his tale. There was no way my mom or nephew was putting this adorable little dog back out into the cold and rain and decided they would look for his owners during the next few days.
I was home for the holiday and had brought Truvy with me. The two got alone or I should say, Truvy didn't mind sharing us with this little dog - too much. We eventually found his owners but they had let him go because they didn't want him anymore. Some people should just be shot. But lucky for us and lucky for this little dog, Truvy permitted us to welcome him into our lives and home.
I named him Tramp after The Tramp in Lady and The Tramp because he was always running off to something, very different from running away. After one time, Christmas Eve, not being able to catch him (he was much thinner then) I declared that his name should be Tramp. His registered name and the name he studded under is Champion. It was meant to be.
Happy Birthday my Little Man!
It's that time of year to round up the parolees and lock them up again. For the next few weeks I'll line up your past favorites for your inspection and selection. You'll get to vote for the 2 you most want to be locked up with. Some you may remember, fondly I think, others with create new possibilities and fantasies.