Someday, this week, my Rio was born! Happy, happy day, whichever one it was!!! I met Rio on Father’s Day 2000, and “they” said she was about 8 weeks old. The sign on her cage said “German Shep/Lab Mix, Female.” She had recently been spayed, (yes, that young! The Humane Society won’t let a puppy go without sterilization, regardless of age.). She was ADORABLE! So tiny and sweet! My heart said, “MINE!!!!”
I walked away, totally convinced that I couldn’t possibly fit this little girl into my chaotic life. My husband and I had just put our house up for sale, packed all of our belongings into boxes, and put all but the essentials into storage. We’d purchased property across the Sound, but weren’t sure where we were going to live while we built our new home. We looked at rentals, but nobody wanted to rent to folks with two big dogs, let alone a puppy, too. We both worked full time, commuting and ferry, so we’d be gone about 10-12 hours a day. How could we possibly take on a new baby?!
But that face! I kept seeing that little face with that sweet puppy breath and those liquid brown eyes. Resolve crumbling, I went back to “say goodbye.” I even called my husband hoping he would talk me out of it, but in the end I paid her bail money and signed the paperwork, and she was MINE!
We ended up buying a 25′ trailer, and, in it, Rio grew into a teenager, all ears and legs, snoozing under the tiny dining table, chewing electrical cords, saying WOOWOOWOO when her sister, Shasta, escaped from the dog run. Grampa came up from Oregon to be our general contractor. He moved his trailer in next to ours, and he managed the “kids” while we were working.
All the reasons why I shouldn’t bring her home, why I couldn’t fit her into my life ended up working themselves out, almost as if the universe rearranged itself just so that she could be with me. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO YOU, SWEET BEAT OF MY HEART!!!
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