I was listening to the news this morning and perked up when I heard the reporters announce that today is Nation Pet Day.
I think we actually celebrate this every day in our house...
But the mention of said observance day prompted me to reflect on the life of my little fur baby a bit deeper.
Liesel, a.k.a. Noodles, was adopted four years ago this very month. She was living in a kill-shelter in Florida when she was rescued by the Underhound Railroad. Once she made it to Maine, she bopped around between foster homes until our souls met.
And I totally mean it when I say our souls met.
I'd seen her floating around the internet (Facebook mostly) and kept thinking, that's her. That's my dog. But since I rent a home where dogs weren't allowed, and the massage gig demands a quiet environment anyway, I kind of just wrote it off to another one of life's great let-downs.
Then my guy and I went to Boothbay, Maine to the Fishermen's Festival.
Sitting there, on a cold gray day, was the Underhound Railroad, with this little dog I fell so deeply for.
I ran over, forgetting I was with my guy, and asked, "is this Liesel?"
I held her for at least an hour, and began to fill out the extensive application. I was texting my landlord photos and behavior reports about this little nugget, asking for permission to let her into our home. We bonded quickly, Liesel and I. Our souls met.
I made the Underhound Railroad promise that they wouldn't pass her along until I heard back from my landlord, wrote them a check, and returned to my guy and the festival.
"Were you even going to talk to me about this dog situation?" asked my guy.
"Nope," I replied.
That evening I got the call back from my landlord. It was a green light. She was ours to bring home.
Since this tiny bundle of love has come into my life, she has provided so much joy, affection, and therapy to not just me and my guy, but to my clients.