Being Rescued by a Dog

This morning’s ride to work was brutal. The lake effect snow was so thick in the roads, I got stuck about 3 times in the middle of the street. Freezing rain is falling now. We have more snow coming and temperatures dropping below zero. I spent an hour shoveling snow out of my driveway after I got home. Upper body workout is done!

I settled in with my coffee and clicked on my online edition of the New York Times. This opinion piece about rescue dogs caught my attention. My own experience with Ashok has been so amazing. She rescued me right back. I got her on Valentine’s Day nine years ago this year. She was about a year old, and she stole my heart as soon as she laid her chin on my leg and looked up at me with those big brown eyes.

She has some issues. She is afraid of other dogs and gets aggressive when she first meets one. She has separation anxiety. She doesn’t play with toys and doesn’t seem to have much interest in any activity except walking on a leash and eating things she shouldn’t. I’ve spent thousands on vet bills over the years when she has consumed something that was dangerous. But she is the most docile and sweet dog around kids and old people. And she’s the perfect dog for me.

I often wonder what happened to Ashok when she was a stray. Some behaviors told me she had a home at one time. She was very well-behaved. But it was obvious she had recently had puppies, and the woman that found her said she couldn’t find the puppies anywhere. I hope whatever happened wasn’t too traumatic.

When she dreams at night, she sometimes sounds like she is running from something. Her breathing gets heavy, and she whimpers. I usually put my hand on her softly and pet her head. She settles down immediately. On those nights I wonder whether she is processing a traumatic past or merely running down a beautiful trail in her dreams. I hope it is the latter and whatever happened before me is ancient history.

Take a few minutes to read this article. It is truly sweet, and thank you to everyone who rescues dogs. Whether you have them for 3 months or 15 years, they deserve to be the object of someone’s affection. The loyalty of a dog is a sacred gift to humans. I’m not sure how anyone takes it for granted.

And, please, take them inside the next few days. Nobody – especially a dog who has no choice – wants to be cold.

3 Comments on “Being Rescued by a Dog

  1. oh my goodness…i have all the feels from reading this AND that article!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
    thanks for sharing!

  2. I have 2 rescue dogs and 1 rescue horse . I could not imagine life with out them . Healing to the soul we are the lucky ones

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