It happened almost four month ago. It was terrible. It was one of those things I couldn’t even talk about because it was so emotional. For everyone involved, it was one of those days of which we do not speak. You know the kind. The day you hate. Or regret. Or wish you could completely erase from the memory of anyone and everyone involved. For me, that day was January 9, 2014.
That was one of the only days in my life I honestly wish I could take back. The day I wish would have gone differently. The day I met Charlie.
It was innocent enough on the part of my dear aunt Morgan, who brought her new addition into my forever home. To be fair to her, she had absolutely no idea how I was doing or adjusting to the concept of having my new little person around 24/7. She had been an absolute God-send for my people those first few days, but as it pertains to the presence of another dog in our home…well, that was something completely it’s own.
Enter Charlie. A dachshund with something to prove. He loved my dear aunt so very much, but he did not love me. Or Carter for that matter. He came into our house with something to prove and I didn’t like it one bit. I don’t often feel myself overcome with any sort of overly protective nature, but it happened that day. Charlie and I, well, we did not get along. And, as a result, dear Charlie went back to the humane society from whence he came that day. And to this day I feel awful about it, while at the same time I know it was right how I reacted to him that day of days.
Proof came today when I heard some heart-stoppingly amazing good news. My dear Morgan finally found her forever doggie friend today. His name is Joey and he is a Pomeranian and I cannot wait to meet him. It is different than it was with Charlie in every possible way. Carter is older now. He can handle meeting a new four-legged friend. He basically told me so when I stared into my eyes yesterday.
Because one thing is for sure: Carter will be a forever dog person. This is something I hold dear to my heart, forever and always, even though it (probably) has more to do with how my people feel about animals. Rather than question any of it, I can’t wait to meet dear Joey because I know he will erase the memories of four months ago. Tomorrow I will meet dear Joey, and somehow I know life will never be the same. Because that dreadful day in February was one of those things you can’t take back. Unless, under the right circumstances, maybe you can.
Wiley's Wisdom 
What another beautiful picture of you two looking at each other. I love it. I am glad you look forward to meet Joey and I am sure you 3 will get on well together. ( I wonder how can someone not get along with you….. impossible, my joygiver) Enjoy that day!
Your words bring me joy on a daily basis! Thank you for what you say! 🙂
Meeting Joey will be epic! Good luck. I know that Charlie has found the right home and the right humans by now and is probably living happily ever after. It’s hard to imagine that it played out any other way… Congratulations to Morgan! Yay!
Love and licks,
Cupcake
While I am still feeling very happy for my dear Morgan (and even happier for Joey!) I still have not met our new addition. Perhaps tomorrow.
🙂 Lots of love,
Wiles
You shouldn’t feel bad about it Wiles, you were only protecting your turf and your little person. That’s important. We protect those we love — sometimes very forcefully. I know how I’d react if anyone didn’t like any of my grandchildren and showed it.
When I was growing up, I had a dog named Toby, and my Mom always said of me, “It’s a case of love Lyn, love her dog.” If you didn’t love Toby, I didn’t care a fig about you. I’m glad you and Joey are going to be friends. Cally would love you, she’d smother you with doggy kisses and even let you play with bunny 🙂
I suppose you’re right. Protection can be such a guttural and instinctual kind of thing for us canines, to be sure. I wish there was a way I could somehow meet Toby and Cally and all of the other beloved doggie personalities I’ve come to know via this blog…then I realized I have, in a way. Thanks to their owners. Thank you for sharing stories with me.
Lots of love,
Wiles