So, yesterday I get a call from Darling Daughter (DD). She's in her car trying to find this no kill animal shelter.
"I'm going to look for a dog," she tells me.
"But you're going to have to be out of town for a few weeks soon. Why don't you wait til after you're back?" My DD is in the Army and she travels a lot.
"Oh, I'm not going to GET a dog now. I'm just going to look," she assures me.
"It's a mistake, DD," I warn her, "you'll fall in love."
"No, no. I know it's a bad time to get a dog. I just want to see the place and what they have. I'm not going to get a dog til I get back." She sounded oh-so-sure of herself, as usual.
"DD, you're going to look into a pair of sweet brown eyes and you're going to fall in love. Don't go now, or you're going to wind up bringing a dog home."
I told her about how I had to keep myself from cat rescue places because I couldn't trust myself not to fall in love with an irresistible feline face. How I wanted to take them all, they looked so pitiful in their cages.
But DD rushed to assure me that, "I've gone with my friend a couple of times and didn't find anything I couldn't refuse."
She had to go, then, because the directions she'd been given were faulty. As we hung up, I heard her grumbling about stupid people who couldn't give directions . . .
I heard my cell phone ring a couple of times while I was trying to take a nap (still trying to get over this flu bug). When I got up, I saw that DD had called me twice. That was unusual.
I called her. "What's up? You called me two times."
Silence for a moment, then I heard this embarrassed, almost guilty giggle (dear daughter does NOT usually giggle).
"I got a dog."
After I laughed my ass off and crowed several "I told you so's" she told me all about this sweet mutt who'd been at the shelter a good portion of her two years. She told me how she asked the shelter workers about what dog would be right for her. After she told them what she was looking for (calm natured, gets along well with other dogs and people, fairly large sized), the workers were unanimous in recommending Daisy. So she filled out the application and will probably be picking up Daisy tomorrow. She'll deal with the fact that she's got to go out of town soon. Her Army friends all help each other with pet care when one of them is out of town. Daisy sounded like a dream (in fact, my wife and I think she might be our beloved mutt who died a little over two years ago come back). I'm happy for her. I think Daisy and DD are a love match.
But I had to say it just before I hung up. "OK, DD, I want to hear it. 'You were right, Mom.'"
She just gave this embarrassed little chuckle. It was good enough for me. Mom rules!
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aw what a sweet story honey! makes me tear all up, sniff sniff.... bee
You are on a roll Rose, death then life........ what's up next sweet pea, tap tap tap, i am waiting cause you do good stuff.
This is why I cannot volunteer at the local animal shelter.
I already have 3 beasties at home and 1 at the store.
Lee (my other half) says "just because you keep them in different locations doesn't mean you're not on the verge of becoming a Crazy Cat Lady"
So I gotta stay away from the shelters.
If I was rich, I would turn my property into a home for rescue animals. Like Tippi Hedren did for big cats. But mine would be for farm animals and wildlife and of course = cats.
Hope you're feeling better!
mo
You and DD are so ALIKE dear! Was it not just about three years ago that I tried to pry you from the "kitty in cages" section at the pet store because you had said we did not need to disrupt the "balance" in the home with our two cats and dog?!?!
And you said "Oh Honey, I won't get one. I just want to look and give them some love... they look so miserable in their cages...." and I said "you'll want one!" and... three days later we finalized the adoption of our latest addition!
Yep, like daughter like mom!
I RULE! hehe!
Sarge, you really ARE a sarge, aren't you?! Patience, my dear sweet man.
Thank you, Miss Bee. I'm glad you liked it.
Thanks, Mo, I am beginning to feel better slowly. I, like you, have to keep myself away from anyplace there might be sweet, sad kitty (or doggie) faces that need help. But I CAN send my money, so I do.
DC, that wasn't very NICE!!
hi honey.... on vacation? sigh.... just kidding, you blog at your OWN pace and don't let anybody try to rush you for their own self-serving reasons, okay....
(poor little thing. if i could just get her to blog more i'd have something to do, i could run over here twelve times a day instead of three. but will she do it? nnnooooo... so there i go all getting my panties in a knot again. sigh.... )
and you just do it your way, ok?
bee
Empress, you are so funny!! Showing signs of addiction, I might add. Some of us have a LIFE wherein we have to go to work, run errands, go to meetings, etc. etc.
I FEEL SO BAD WHEN I DON'T MEET OTHER'S EXPECTATIONS!!!! AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!! *pant, cough*
Ok, I'm all right now. I'll write soon. I promise.
smile, i know you will. and signs of addiction? what is that? i know not of addiction..... bee
Good morning...... I liked that clip also, just stumbled across it during my overkill exercise, see you later
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