Monday, 9 August 2010
You're all done with the run of the race ... for today
Scout Portard came to us like a banshee in the night, howling to beat the band. She collapsed in my bathroom floor after a bath, slept through the whole night. Running from the Devil is hard work, I guess. We looked for her home the next day. We looked for a home the day after that. We couldn't keep her. We were set in our ways. We had a dog and a cat who were set in their ways. And so on her fifth day, we took her to an animal shelter. I held her in my lap while Amy filled out the paperwork, and somewhere between phone number and address, Scout started to shiver. And shiver. And shiver. And I started to cry giant, sopping crocodile tears. When Amy looked over and saw the pair of us, she ripped up the papers and said, "We'll keep her."
And we did.
Two-and-a-half years later I cannot sleep without a pair of beagle paws in my face.
Posted by Heather Anne Hogan at 11:45 am