Our family grew about six months ago. We added another member. She’s a foundling. We found her at a baseball field, in a park where we were attending a birthday party for a friend of one of our kids. My kids fell in love with her the minute they saw her and I gave in almost immediately when the topic of taking her home came up.
When I first took her to the vet to get her shots and chipped I was shocked when the vet said that finding animals in baseball fields was the latest thing. Ever since the economy nose dived and local governments in California went crazy trying to squeeze every nickel they could out of the public, people have stopped taking their unwanted pets to the pound. The pound now charges you anywhere from $50 to $80 dollars to drop off an unwanted dog. So people aren’t paying it.
Instead they go to a baseball field or soccer field, anywhere that is public and enclosed by a fence and chuck them over. They know that, because it’s a public park, people will be there the next day or the grounds keeper will find it. And since it’s enclosed they don’t worry that the pups will wander off into the street and get run over by a car.
So that’s how we ended up with “Beauty” our newest dog. Sonny, our older dog liked her right away and now has a companion to play with. To say that she’s had an invigorating effect on the old boy would be an understatement. She’s lit fires in that dog that he hasn’t experienced since I don’t know when.
The kids were watching a movie on T.V. when I heard my daughter Rose yell out,
“Look! Sonny is hugging Beauty!”
“No!”, said Joseph, “He’s trying to dance with her!”
I had to get up and drag him off of Beauty. He wasn’t too pleased and is very persistent. We catch him all the time trying to “dance” with Beauty; we stuck with that description for the kid’s sake. He’s a good dancer too. He leads her around the room like a pro. Or maybe that’s her trying to get away. I don’t know.
Thank God he’s fixed.