Yes, she's strange and different...but not THAT different.

16 May 2008


Imagine a young man, a truly gorgeous blonde, tall, blue-eyed hunk of young man, in his freshman year of college. Imagine him just sort of floating along at college, just existing and getting by … until 9/11. Imagine this young man enlisting in the Army as a reaction to that dreadful, terrible day and then ending up fighting in Iraq several years later. Imagine this man surviving the horrors of war and ultimately getting out of the military only to find that he longer fit into society. Imagine him wandering aimlessly through a life of homelessness, loneliness, alcohol and drugs - not knowing what to do or even who he was – until one cold rainy winter evening he decided that it would be better if he were really dead because he already felt that way inside. Imagine him on his way home to get a gun when his headlights reflect from an unmoving pair of eyes in the grass on the side of the road. Imagine him stopping for some inexplicable reason to find that the eyes belong to a tiny shivering puppy – probably yellow under the wet mud that coats him – with only half a tail. Imagine that deciding to pick up that puppy and care for him gave the young man a reason to go on living. Imagine that the puppy grows until he is a gentle giant of a dog, a dog of intelligence and strength and boundless love for the young man. Imagine the young man and the dog, now inseparable, traveling all over the continent, working at all manner of jobs while both continue to heal and to grow. Imagine the young man returning home, returning to college, completing his degree, getting a good job and establishing a life, all with the dog constantly at his side.

Now imagine how the young man must have felt to return home from work one day very recently to find that someone had broken into his small home and although nothing had been taken, his companion, the big yellow dog, was gone. Imagine a woman stopping to get gas and finding a huge, muddy, yellow dog with bloody feet and only half a tail exhaustedly sprawled on the concrete driveway of the gas station. Imagine this woman somehow sensing that this dog – despite his great size and massive jaws – was a good dog and then enticing the dog into her car and taking him to her home. Imagine this woman taking the dog to the veterinarian, discovering that the dog was chipped and calling the phone number registered with the dog’s chip. Imagine how the gorgeously handsome young man felt to hear that someone had found the dog that had saved his life, someone who actually lived nearby. Imagine the young man telling the woman and her family the story of his life and of the dog's prominent place in it. Imagine all the tears and all the hugs (among the people) and all the barking and half-tail wagging (by the dog) when the man and the dog were reunited!

We don’t have to imagine it; that reunion happened in our driveway day before yesterday.

(The current theory is that whoever broke into the house was chased off – literally – by the dog and by the time he could no longer pursue them, he was too exhausted and too lost to get back home. He was picked up by Redheaded Spouse about 15 miles from his home. He’s back home today.)

  • On 5/16/2008 12:37 PM, Anonymous Michael said…

    That is a wonderful story Jami. Thank you -mike

  • On 5/16/2008 1:02 PM, Blogger BOSSY said…

    Whaaaaaaaat? Wow, great tail. Bossy means 'tale".

  • On 5/16/2008 1:04 PM, Blogger Howard said…

    Stop making me cry at work! What and wonderful, wonderful story and it must have made you feel extremely happy and proud, too. No, it's okay to feel pride this time. :)

  • On 5/16/2008 1:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    OHHHH. I was just going say, "Don't make me cry at work!". I work for an animal shelter though, and I love stories like this!

    I'm so, so happy that Redheaded Spouse was there at the right place and right time (and was brave enough to take a strange dog in until you found the man). Awesome, awesome story. :)

  • On 5/16/2008 1:56 PM, Blogger Alex Elliot said…

    Wow! That's a great story! That's always my worst fear about a break-in: the pets would get out and get lost. Found you through SMID.

  • On 5/16/2008 3:40 PM, Blogger DeniseUMLaw said…

    Way cool.

  • On 5/16/2008 4:29 PM, Blogger Suzy said…

    Dogs are the best. I think I'll marry one now that our great state of California has changed the marriage laws.

  • On 5/16/2008 6:57 PM, Blogger She says said…

    Thanks for making me cry at work...!

  • On 5/17/2008 3:58 PM, Anonymous Cyndi Richards said…

    My eyes are very wet as I empathize with the young blonde man spoken of here.

    As an only child of an only child of an only child, and a long time orphan, I have been a "solo act" for most of my life. For almost 20 years after the death of my parents, my ONLY family was my Dalmatians.

    During that time, I often moistened that downy-soft spot between their ears with tears of lonliness and frustration. Many times, my ONLY reason to continue living this sorry excuse for a life was their unconditional love, unswerving loyalty, and undeniable honesty.

    Alas, my beloved Dals are all now awaiting me at the proverbial "Rainbow Bridge" (Google it), and I miss them EVERY DAY like the deserts miss the rain.

    Sadly there are very few (if any) humans that could ever match up to the attributes of what is arguably God's most perfect creature, the canine. Someday I'll hopefully be in a position to enjoy the much-needed companionship of another one or two.

    I am so happy to learn that these two best friends are reunited, thanks to the courage and compassion of a clearly wise and wonderful woman.

    Pay it forward.

  • On 5/17/2008 6:57 PM, Blogger Diesel said…

    Wow. I'm thinking TV movie.

  • On 5/19/2008 4:59 PM, Blogger Jami said…

    Diesel - I was imagining that very thing myself.

  • On 5/19/2008 7:06 PM, Blogger konagod said…

    txrad told me I needed to come read this.


  • On 5/20/2008 11:30 AM, Blogger seventh sister said…

    Great story. I am touched. So many people would have just passed the dog by and probably did.


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