Last Saturday Beez and I went to the Farmer's Market and saw one of the animal shelter dog walker volunteers carrying a small pup who was too shy to go for a walk in the busy, noisy market. We stopped to chat and she turned so we could see his face.
I believe that time actually stopped there, for a moment. We each took a deep, shaky breath because the little guy's eyes were so much like Bertie's.
Long story short, Little Pete has come home:
No more noisy, overcrowded shelter (The staff and volunteers try so hard but the city needs to reorder some of its priorities, really).
No more sense of impending doom (a very large percentage of the dogs in the shelter go unadopted and are put down).
No more loneliness for the little guy, because he is already getting integrated into our pack of rescue dogs. He snuggles, he plays, and he romps in spite of what looks to be a previously injured and poorly healed leg.
Did we really need another dog? No. Did we really need to have Little Pete to join our family? Yes.
|Little Pete (full name: Pedro Martinez "Little Pete" Zee). I had a hard time getting him in focus because he was romping and had just paused for a second|
|Exploring the yard with big Leny|