Three and a half years ago, I went to the local animal shelter in Hattiesburg, Miss., having seen the photograph of a dog online who looked to be just the dog for me. The dog ignored me, and I went home disappointed. However, I came back to the shelter again (and again), and the dog recognized me. I fell in love almost instantly, but waffled over the dog because of her size and the fact that she was 8-months-old and would inevitably grow a lot more.
Shortly after, I threw my fears to the wind and signed the adoption papers for that dog – the one who had refused to pay attention to me, then recognized me the next time I came to the shelter. Ten days later, I brought Lucy Belle home from the shelter, and my life changed for the better.
Lucy flipped my life upside down in the matter of days. She was so quiet at first, then her true personality began to shine through. She became louder and more rambunctious by the day. She was – and still is – skeptical of strangers and fiercely protective of her mama. And let me tell y’all, Lucy is an instigator, stomping her feet and groaning when she doesn’t get her way.
Today is Lucy’s fourth birthday, and I find myself marveling how quickly these past three and a half years have flown. During the past three and a half years, Lucy and I have moved four times (two of the moves being to different states), taken two agility classes and three obedience courses, snuggled for countless hours and walked hundreds of miles together.
Three and a half years together down, and many, many more to go.
Happy birthday, sweet puppy!