I awakened
on Tuesday morning missing Peaches and Bear.
The night
before, daughter and I visited Golden Labrador puppies, turned out to be a puppy
mill—that gave us cause for pause, although the puppies were adorable, I don’t
know what to do with that information—numerous dogs in kennels, probably never
get to run like a normal dog, never have an owner to bond with, but they do
have other dogs. The owner is probably operating within the laws, size of runs,
cleanliness, etc. I also played with an exuberant
shelter pup coursing through town on the way back to California. I declined
both.
The next morning,
Tuesday, my day off, it became clear that I wanted a small dog. I checked out
poodle mixes on the Internet, and found two I was interested in in the Portland
vicinity. I made an appointment—the woman was willing to drive from Vancouver
to the airport area to meet me. I said I would call when I got to Willsonville,
about 40 minutes away as she requested.
Wilsonville.
There is a pet store in Wilsonville daughter and I visited on an earlier
occasion—might as well check it out while I am here.
And there
she was.
The pup I
couldn’t refuge.
My pup.
A Mal Chi—A Maltese/
Chihauhau mix. A Purse pup. An adorable,
smart, gentle dog. She is so small she
makes the cats look big. (So far, no cat attacks, no dog attack.)
I was embarrassed
to tell the lady I wasn’t coming to see her pup, but divine providence had led me to the pup
that felt right.
The day
before, Monday, I finished a novel—finished? If a book is ever finished. It is
completed enough to enter a contest. And that’s where “Africa” comes in.
It is on https://www.wattpad.com/160719265-song-of-africa-part-1/page/3
It is on https://www.wattpad.com/160719265-song-of-africa-part-1/page/3
P.S. Did I
tell you that Peaches ‘ Veterinarian donated money to the Oregon State College of
Veterinary Medicine in Peaches’ name. I am honored to have Peaches honored. (And
Peaches helped me find the pup.)