It was love at first sight!
I was walking our old Sally dog to Lincoln Park. I stopped at the light at 13th and Constitution when a station wagon went by. I thought I saw a yellow coyote and a small red fox staring out the car window at me. I made meaningful eye contact with the pointy-eared yellow one. I smiled to myself and told Sally–that was one of the cutest pups I’d ever seen in my life.
About 3/4 of the way down the 100 block of Tennesee, I felt a presence. That yellow dog with the pointed ears seemed to be chasing me. And, he was dragging a lady and that red fox behind him. He seemed to be calling “Hey lady!” And when I got down to dog level, he crawled all over me and began chewing on the barrettes in my hair. I was smitten.
The lady he was dragging was a cat rescuer. She had rescued Mike and his mother from under a porch out in west Virginia where all of his brothers and sisters had frozen to death. She said that she called him Mikey because he would eat anything like the kid in the commercial. But, at 4 months he was still nursing from his Mother–that red fox of a dog who was a good 10 pounds smaller and 5 inches shorter . And, they both had done a number on the neighborhood cats. She was coming for some “advice” from The Dog Rescuer Sage, Astri. Astri-sagely advised adopting them out separately. Mike’s mother was adopted by a rabbi and we adopted Mike.
As Astri describes it he happily trotted down the street home with us and he
“never looked back.” We may have weaned him from his Mother but he was always on the lookout for frothy cappuchinos and nursing MOTHS. And, until morning he died, he would eat everything from lawn mower clippings to Stickley furniture to our Christmas Ham.
I will always miss you and love you dearly.
It was love at first sight!
I was walking our old Sally dog to Lincoln Park. I stopped at the light at 13th and Constitution when a station wagon went by. I thought I saw a yellow coyote and a small red fox staring out the car window at me. I made meaningful eye contact with the pointy-eared yellow one. I smiled to myself and told Sally–that was one of the cutest pups I’d ever seen in my life.
About 3/4 of the way down the 100 block of Tennesee, I felt a presence. That yellow dog with the pointed ears seemed to be chasing me. And, he was dragging a lady and that red fox behind him. He seemed to be calling “Hey lady!” And when I got down to dog level, he crawled all over me and began chewing on the barrettes in my hair. I was smitten.
The lady he was dragging was a cat rescuer. She had rescued Mike and his mother from under a porch out in west Virginia where all of his brothers and sisters had frozen to death. She said that she called him Mikey because he would eat anything like the kid in the commercial. But, at 4 months he was still nursing from his Mother–that red fox of a dog who was a good 10 pounds smaller and 5 inches shorter . And, they both had done a number on the neighborhood cats. She was coming for some “advice” from The Dog Rescuer Sage, Astri. Astri-sagely advised adopting them out separately. Mike’s mother was adopted by a rabbi and we adopted Mike.
As Astri describes it he happily trotted down the street home with us and he
“never looked back.” We may have weaned him from his Mother but he was always on the lookout for frothy cappuchinos and nursing MOTHS. And, until morning he died, he would eat everything from lawn mower clippings to Stickley furniture to our Christmas Ham.
I will always miss you and love you dearly.