A Broken Wing and a Broken Heart

I live each day...just a day at a time....I live my life with the firm belief that things happen for a reason.....It's the only way I could have lived all of these years, if I wasn't supposed to be here for a reason......and dang it, it happened again today.

As luck would have it, there was a beautiful mottled pigeon kinda walkin' around the front yard with what appeared to be a broken wing. I didn't bother with it at first , hoping that maybe it would just go away and I wouldn't have to do anything...but I knew before the end of the day, we'd be dropping him off at a bird clinic somewhere.......and we did.

That was all and good...but the rest of the story is what breaks my heart.....we took the bird to the Richardson Animal Shelter after Pattye had checked around the Internet to see where we could get some assistance......I must tell you...this is a first class facility......it made me proud to be a citizen of Richardson, Tx. after seeing what a clean, orderly, friendly place that houses lost and abandoned pets.......

We dropped off the pigeon that I had captured and left it with the gentleman at the front desk after being reassured it would be taken care of......and then....and then...we should have just left...but we didn't......I asked if it was okay to look at the dogs.......

 

As I said the facility is spotless, the dogs have a "run" inside and outside, little nylon beds to get them up off the floor and plenty of room to exercise....they looked healthy and well taken care of despite the fact they were lost or abandon.

We've been dogless for over 12 years now ever since our English Springer Spaniel had to be put down. I have to admit, it's comfortable not having to worry about getting home to let the dog out or finding some way to have her cared for when we travel....but even still...it's nice to have that feeling of a dog at your feet at night.

So we walked the aisles several times looking at each dog, commenting on each one, wondering why they were in there...perhaps  lost or abused or who knows. Some were skittish, some were scared, some were hungry for love...each one kinda sayin "pick me, pick me".

Well, I saw a mixed kinda shepherd maybe, kinda spaniel...and she just was desperate to be petted. she's the black one near the end of the video that I spend a little time with. Actually, she's the farthest thing from what I have been looking for...I'm trying to find just a good ole' yeller dog that just kinda lays around...My days of runnin' and exercising and trainin' a dog are kinda over...I'm tired...I just want to put my hand down, have it licked and that's about it....but Dang it, "Molly", (we named her already) just wanted to be loved.....

We took her outside and walked her around...she was wanting to run and was pretty high strung but as I talked to her she calmed down and just waited for her next command while her ole tongue hung out the side of her mouth. We talked about if we were making the right choice living such a long time dogless and quite honestly, Patttye was more onboard with this than I was.

We went back inside and decided to adopt her......Richardson had discounted the fee to only $3.00 in conjunction with this weekend's Wildflower Festival and we discussed it some more....

At that point, I decided I just wasn't sure if Molly would be the calm dog I was looking for. I just wasn't sure. My plans were to have her with me all day long, riding in the cab of my truck....bein' at my feet at home...but I was a little concerned how she would be when left alone at certain times of the day..........

I took her back to her cage......rubbed her ears and told her, "Molly. you'll find a good home"....she looked at me and said "What did I do wrong?"

Tonight, I'm blogging ...both to pass the time and to tell you my story..........I wish Molly was at my feet.......I might just go there tomorrow and bring her home.