Every story has beginning
Day 9
As usual, going around social media, you come across many different types of post some funny, some stupid, some interesting, some not so much, etc., but today I came across a post from a friend who, along with his wife and dog, were wishing merry Christmas (it was actually posted on Christmas day, but I came across it today).
The interesting fact for me is the dog, and I am the person responsible for them to have this dog. Looking at the post and how happy they seemed, made me think for a second that minor decisions we make can have big repercussions and amazing consequences on others.
So, the story goes as follows:
It was June 22, 2020, right in the middle of this stupid pandemic, and I had to pick something at the supermarket. I parked my car and notice a group of construction workers meeting for some work that they were doing at the parking lot. To my surprise and amusement, one of the workers had a small dog walking around him, I thought that well, the pandemic is treating everyone differently so, I just smiled and continued to do my thing.
When I walk out of the supermarket, just that one worker with the dog is there, I started to stare at the dog and the guy calls me and ask me if I want the dog. Initially I thought that maybe the dog was lost or something like that, but he tells me that he is the owner, that he rescued the dog about 3 weeks ago, but his landlord found out and he is not able to keep the dog. Sadly, he tells me that he needs to find a home for the dog, that he was trying his best to keep him because he was abandoned (hence him rescuing the dog), he tells me if by the end of his shift no one takes the dog, he would have to take it to the shelter.
I don't know why I freaked out when he said "shelter", even though I know that Miami Dade shelters are "no kill" shelters but just imagining the dog going through the system ending up somewhere not very safe, put my "good will" in disposition. I told the guy "Don't worry, I'll take the dog and do my best to find a home for him, I'll foster him for at least a week before I take him to the shelter".
So, I took the dog with me, who was named "COVID" at the time 😣. Because of construction area, he was full of dirt, I showered the dog, and started to tell everyone about the pet up for adoption. Very quickly I started to received phone calls and text messages, some people came home to see him, but no one made the commitment to adopt, except one person, it was this lady who called me and said "if the dog still available, please save him for me, I know that it is the dog for me the only issue is that I cannot pick him up today, but I give you my word that tomorrow my husband will pick him up".
She sounded happy, excited, serious and committed and add to that that she was also Dominican, and I could be a bit biased. Here is where the interesting part for me started, you see for over almost 20 years I haven't had a pet for two reasons: 1- When my dear Alf died (whom I had for 15+ years) my mom said she didn't want any more pets at home (disregard the fact that today, and for many years already, she has two) and 2- After I moved to Miami, I have been traveling extensively and having a pet was never in my plans, but this dog, for the 24 hours I kept him, behaved like the perfect dog: no barking, great companionship (always next to me, as if I had been the owner since forever), already potty trained, etc., I felt very happy with him around.
The next day, the person picked the dog, and he was off to a new home. I would lie if I said that I didn't "cry" a lot for the next 3 to 4 days because it felt like I let go the perfect pet/companion. Anyways, a few months later and neighbor said she had a little cat in her patio I said: "Don't worry, I'll pick him up and take him to the shelter the next day", but that's a story for another day.
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Right after his shower |
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