My mother wanted to get a dog the last 10 years she was with us.Â I remember her talking about adopting one on and off.Â Always she would sigh and say something like “if we had a real yard” or “dogs don’t want to live in townhouses” or “well maybe in a few years”.Â She loved amimals but especially dogs and had one up until the day I was seven and her and my father seperated because our first home after the divorce didn’t allow animals (we moved a year later).
We are taught by our parents and the people around us in what they tell us, and also so much by just who they are, what they do and how they live.
My mother died at forty-two when I was sixteen and the year I turned eighteen I went to the humane society and adopted my first dog.Â Moses was with me for almost fourteen years.Â It’s been three years since Moses died and we do have two other dogs, Xena is Sean’s little girl and Loki is Ares protector and I know I’m busy, running a business and a have son and all that entails and this last couple weeks I have been thinking I wanted to adopt another dog.. and I almost didn’t do it and like always when I am chosing to not live over living I think of my mother and what she taught me denying herself a small joy (and saving a life in the process).Â Yesterday I went to a rescue and wanted to introduce Po Po, named after Feng Po Po the Chinese Goddess of the winds.
I’m madly in love with her.
martyand should po po ever need a foster home, you just send her over to me-she is too freaking adorable! you have my baby nurturing hormones RAGING. (kids, puppies and foals I can’t resist)