Six months after having my 5-year old Katie, a Brittany mix, who I resued, euthanized due to a liver dysfunction, I began checking rescue sites. I could never replace her, but I could love and care for another dog who needed a home.
I had seen a Corgi on a local rescue shelter website. Unable to go to the shelter until a Friday when I would be on a two-week Christmas break, I checked the site every day for her picture. On Thursday, there was no picture of her. On Friday, December 16th, I was traveling and being within three miles of the rescue site, I decided to stop to see whether she had been adopted. She had, but I went through the rooms with kennels. On my second trip through, scuffing like a child who just had her balloons popped, in the first kennel of the last room, sat a beautiful Brittany. He had arrived two hours earlier and had been taken out for a walk. Because I had raised Brittanys, I loved the breed. I told him he was going home with me.
I named him Willhe (e.g., Will he know how to use the pet door? Will he know how to play ball?). Yes, he can do many things, but his kisses when I wake up and the laughs he gives me are worth things he cannot do (refrain from sneaking a shoe and putting it on my bed, barking at cats).
Not particularly liking Christmas, because of the commercialism, he touched my heart. That Christmas was wonderful; therefore, I call him my, "Christmas Miracle."
Mary
Toronto, SD
Toronto, SD
