-------The other day I was drinking Granny's Sweet Tea when I looked under the cap and found this little message that made me smile in spite of its silliness.
This afternoon, my mom called me crying after having rescued what she deemed between snotty sobs "the ugliest dog I've ever seen." I laughed and told her to stop being ridiculous and to just leave it at my place, as we would resolve it like we have with so many other rescue dogs before. I really wasn't prepared to find the following animal in my guest bedroom looking very sad, malnourished beyond words, terrified to her core, and yes, probably a little uglier than most:
After crying in my bathroom so my mom wouldn't see me then washing my face, it dawned on me that this here can be a story of the happiest kind. I decided she out of all beings needs a little sassiness in her life so I named her Rebecca. I do not know if she will make it or if I will find her a forever home once this road has been traveled, but I do know I'll try my very best if the Universe permits me to do just that.
Partly because I don't think I can afford five dogs; but mostly because I believe in the kindness of the human spirit. Because I am certain that for every cruel and miserable soul there's a good one out there to set some balance. Because I believe that actions always speak louder than words. And because puppy love is real to puppies, and to adult dogs and humans too.
I guess I'll make it real then, guys.
One puppy at a time.