Stray

I found this puppy. 



I was on my way home from a late night ice cream run when I noticed something odd in my headlights.  There she was, a tiny little lump in the middle of the street.

She was soaking wet, shivering, and oh my goodness she gently licked my hand when I put it toward her to sniff.

The girls are calling her Rory.  She has the sweetest disposition, and is just amazing with the kids.

I hate to think that someone just dumped her out here in the country, but it happens more often than you’d probably care to know.  So far, no one has claimed her.

Jeremy laughed when I brought her in, because, see, it’s not the first time I’ve walked through the door with an animal in my arms.

I’m a stray magnet.  I’ve rescued strays my whole life, at least 50 of them if I were to try and count them.

Cats and dogs of all colors, shapes and sizes.  Even a pot-bellied pig, once, when it showed up after a storm.

Does this happen to everyone?

Do animals just offer themselves to you? 

My husband thinks most people just look the other way.  But that’s not possible for me.

One time, a dog offered itself to me and in my rear view mirror I could see it watching me as I drove away.

The next day I went back to look for it, and it was nowhere to be found.  I was so ashamed of myself for not helping it.  I promised myself I’d never do that again.

So, I’m the crazy cat/dog lady.  It’s just who I am.  At least I’m always in good company!