When the rain finally came back to North Texas I had joked that we have the cat, maybe a dog will show up. Sure enough, after all the searching and disappointments, suddenly people were trying to throw all kinds of dogs my way. It really was raining cats and dogs.
One group had a cute corgi/beagle mix that I could go pick up but it didn't feel quite right. There were also two other cute small dogs suddenly being offered up. I put them off because I just felt that THE dog hadn't shown up yet and that was why I've been getting blown off by all the rescue groups earlier. It's hard to be patient and trust a Higher Power.
Then came the phone call. Ironically this is also how I ended up in my current career some years ago, I was cleaning the bird cage and looking at some semi-recent classified adds. One caught my eye and I called. It turns out I was the only one who answered this add. The lady called back and asked if I still wanted her dog.
There was a fun three hour road trip to East Texas. We stopped at the Russel Stover Chocolate Candy outlet. Buzzed on chocolate, lack of sleep and caffiene it was a great drive. We saw a camel farm, miniature horses, donkeys, some deer, buffalo and a yard with a big sign that read,"GO to **** Osama Bin Laden".
We finally found the house and met Roxy Hollywood. Her family was getting stationed elsewhere and had too much going on to take care of a very hyper little dog, small kids and finding new housing. They were leaving in two days and would be staying in a hotel.
Roxy is calming down, she is very smart and fitting in quite well here. She is a 13 month old Pembroke Welsh Corgi. She likes to fetch the mini-tennis balls from Petsmart. It's funny how eventually everything turns out okay.
