The Rest of the Story

It’s a miracle my dogs made it to my house. 

To continue the celebration of my dog’s rescue, this is another repost of the entire story I wrote about them last September when they both turned one.  As I discovered, it’s a miracle this brother and sister team made it though last winter, much less to my family.  

My two dogs, Reese and Roscoe, turned 1 year old last month. To say it’s been an eventful year for them is like saying the Mona Lisa is a nice painting. The fact that they are happy and healthy in my home now is almost a miracle. For those who don’t know, I’ll give a recap.  Before the pups were even born, their pregnant Mom was dropped on a county road by some degenerate posing as a human.   So it’s not overstating the facts to say the odds were stacked against them before they even set a paw in this world. Fortunately, a kind family took in the Mom, and tended to everyone after she gave birth to the litter.  My pups watched as their brothers and sisters were given away to forever homes. Luckily for them, the family decided to keep both of them and their Mom.  So  naturally, all three of them began to adjust to what was to be their own forever home. The family’s daughter even gave them names - Bear and Blackie.  

Then what was to be a wonderful story with a happy ending took a bad turn.  Fueled by playful puppy curiosity, Bear and Blackie followed  their Mother into a neighbor’s field.   Mom found her way back home, but her puppies didn’t.  The pups headed into the woods and got lost. I’m sure initially it was just an adventure for them. How were they to know their forever family was desperately searching for them? For several days the family tried to find them, even as hope waned. I can only imagine the pain of searching for a dog as hope fades.  Finally, the family gave up, and these two dogs, who were brother and sister, only had each other. Too young to understand they were alone in a world of coyotes, owls, and foxes looking for an easy meal. Too young to understand where their Mom and forever family were. Too young to understand why they had to be hungry and no one would feed them. They only had each other.  

Winter came. We can only speculate how the lost dogs survived, but in our heart we know what happened.  For months they likely sought food and shelter anywhere they could find it.  They scrounged in garbage cans and ate scraps of food thrown out of passing car windows. The burning of hunger was surely a frequent, unwelcome companion.  They slept in shrubbery next to houses, curled tightly together to hold in what little heat there was. They shook off the cold rain. Now they were miles from their home. The people they approached wanted them to go away and become someone else’s problem. 

Surely, everyone wasn’t like that. There had to be dog lovers out there. People who at least called these pups to them and scratched behind their ears,  or gave them the last of a McDonald’s cheeseburger before sending them on their way. I choose to believe this happened.   Because of the above events, and the fact they spent a couple of months with decent people, has to be the reason they approached my granddaughter near the highway that runs thru Curry, Alabama.  Or call it fate.  I mean, we almost never take that route when we are coming home from Smith Lake.  From that moment, they were  ours and we were theirs-despite the fact that we  found their original owner on the internet.  Shocked that they were still alive, they were happy that a loving family rescued them.    

For this dynamic doggie duo, the next six months was nothing like the previous six. A home, a doting family (with me being the head dotee), a yard that is their own, and new names you already know - Reese and Roscoe.  Things are good for them and for us.  Lots of mini miracles had to happen for us to have these dogs in our lives.  I’m sure they are happy. That makes three of us. 

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