Lately, I have had numerous dreams of “trying to get home.” It began with the loss of my mother February 2019. Mom crossing over was so much harder than Dad barely a year before. I have always had dreams of my grandparents’ houses, and now I add my parents’ house to the mix. Just a couple of days ago, I remarked to a colleague “I wish I still had a home in Texas to go home to.” Currently, it is more of a longing to return to a time where things did not seem so overwhelming and out of control. Of course, truth is, we never have control of most things; the world goes right on spinning on its axis and traveling around the sun.
R found this little cutie under the car yesterday afternoon. He heard her crying and whining and went out to investigate. She was collarless. We went up and down the road and R stood at the bottom of the driveway to watch for anyone who might be looking for a lost puppy. Meanwhile, she was fed and watered and crated for safety. She already figured out the crate was her safe space, and willingly goes in, and is slightly hesitant to come out.
Puppies are like babies and kittens and baby birds: you just cannot help falling in love with them, in spite of the work involved. We have all struggled with so much loss the last couple of months. And then there was a puppy in need. I was reminded of the year Baby Jessica was dropped down a well casing in Midland while playing hide and seek with other kids. Out of work oil workers brought in equipment, and the nation was glued to the TV screen for days watching as they tried to rescue her from the well. I was in graduate school at the time, and recall one of my classmates saying of why it mattered so much to us all: There is so much going on that we cannot do anything about…but one baby in a well, we can do something about.
We removed the 4 ticks we found on her, and R went to the vet to pick up tick/flea tabs for a puppy. We suspect she was dumped; the pull off across the road is a favorite dumping ground and over the years, we have rescued 3 other puppies and a number of cats who were dumped. The ticks had not been on her long. I checked the Lost Pet Facebook page and the local shelter, but she was not on it. She is smart, and readily responding to positive reinforcement for coming, going in her crate, and pottying in the back yard. Our dogs do not run loose; they are in the house, in the fenced yard, or on a leash. It is safer for the dog and their humans, and any other humans who might encounter the dog unleashed. After all, we literally rescued Roadie from the middle of the highway at the bottom of our hill.
Purpose: what gives us meaning and the reason to get out of bed. This morning when I awoke, I was dreaming again of trying to get home. I was in a strange city, and had somehow gotten on public transit and ended up far from home and unable to find my way back. As I kept trying to find the right bus or train, I encountered many strangers in a frightening sense of lostness. Yet somehow, I kept on resolving one mishap after another, moving further and further toward finding home. For the first time since all of this began, I hopped up instead of turning over and closing my eyes again. After all, the baby had to be fed and taken outside to potty.