The cutest little dog ever was sniffing outside our neighborhood gate, and I thought two things. A) she had a collar and B) Even if she didnt I thought she looked like the dog that lives across the street.
I brought her home, much to the parents delight (not......) and gave her a bath, realized she was a mother, probably had had babies not too long ago. Hence I started calling her Mamasita. She had fleas, so we couldnt keep her in the house, so I left her outside in the kennel with food and water. I left the door open, so she had the choice, plus she was crying so loudly! But she waited and scratched at the back door all night. And it hit me really hard. She was so grateful for the tiny bit of love and care we had given her in about an hour that she was refusing to leave! She was choosing love over freedom.
We found her owner today, and I want to yell at him. His treatment of her is disgraceful. But I'm told reporting people like that does nothing, there is waaaay more important stuff on law enforcments hands. But I wish she'd be taken care of. So watch out Mr. Blue-house-across-the-street, if I find a better home for her, I might just kidnap that cute little dog! :) And on the being thankful note, I'm thankful for a little mutt teaching me to appreciate the small things in life; a hug, and good meal, and place to stay. And litte snuggle buddies like Mamasita<3
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