Christmas 1992: When there was only ONE
I'm finally getting my Skeeter Christmas challenge picture up.
This is an old photo and had to be scanned, so it's not the best. But it is a favorite. This was right after we moved into our new house. I had decided to adopt Tramp from the Humane Society, but was going to wait until after the holidays to bring her home, when it was less hectic and we had a chance to put in the fence. Well, of course,I couldn't leave her borded at the kennel, so she came home Dec. 10. That's the day she first got her heartworm medicine and to this day, that is the date the dogs get theirs!
The first thing she did on the first day we brought her home, was stick her face into the tree, and when she pulled it back out, this is what she looked like! Oh, the simple days when I had just one dog and before I got involved with shelters. Not that I regret all the things I've done and dogs and cats I've adopted, it's just a bit of nostalgia.
I think I posted Tramp's story before, but here it is again in honor of her memory. This story is posted on the Humane Society Web site under their "success stories."
The minute I saw Tramp I said, "We'll take her!" Tramp had lived with a man whose wife died several months prior. Tramp, who was 2 at the time, was allowed to roam free & that's how she acquired her name. Tramp's owner suspected she was pregnant with her 2nd litter was about to "drop her off" somewhere, when a friend convinced him to take her to the Humane Society of Clarksville-Montgomery County instead. I shudder to think of what could have happened to her. I later learned that Tramp's former owner was shocked that someone actually adopted her! I don't know why, because she's been the best dog in the world; no one could as for a more loyal, loving and faithful friend.
On the drive home she laid next to me, her head resting on my lap as I petted her and told her all about us and her new home. The first thing she did in her new home was stick her nose in the Christmas Tree. She turned around and had several long strands of tinsel hanging on her nose! It was truly a Merry Christmas for Tramp--and for us. I never liked her name much, but I thought she was used to it, so we kept it, even though she was no longer a tramp of the neighborhood!
Tramp has had many adventures--a visit to my family in PA, where she escaped for a short time and ran down the street, almost causing my Mother a heart attack. She also chased the resident cat, who stayed in an upstairs closet during our entire visit! She often went camping with us, once getting mixed up with a skunk! I refused to have her sleep outside, even though she stunk! So she slept in the camper until morning when we went out and got some de-skunk shampoo.
So many people never consider adopting an older dog from a shelter, but it's often the best choice for so many reasons. The dogs are truly grateful, for one. Older dogs are also out of the chewing puppy stage, make for calmer pets, and are often easier to house train than a puppy. I have housetrained four adult dogs--all adopted strays--without a hitch.
Tramp died December 18, 2004, leaving her family the same way she came to them, 12 years almost to the day after she was adopted: in her Mommy's arms in the car. Tramp was 14 when she died unexpectedly, quickly and without suffering. Her family will miss her and love her always and looks forward to the day when they will meet again across the Rainbow Bridge."
Merry Christmas to all the dogs and cats in shelters hoping for a happy Christmas story of their own.
posted by Sandy at 12/21/2007 08:22:00 AM