I know my story is not unique; nonetheless, it serves as a cautionary tale. Trust me when I say that not all can be saved, so choose carefully when you decide to rescue a human.
I first met Jen on a warm October day. I was happy as could be, enjoying a nice walk after having just rolled in something dead and stinky. All was right with the world. And then I saw her driving down the road looking all serious and sad.
Suddenly she stopped. She asked me what I thought I was doing on such a busy street, and told me to go home. She asked me where I lived. She even offered to give me a ride.
And in a moment of insanity, I jumped into her car. Life has never been the same since.
Jen made calls and ran ads trying to find my humans. I guess I should have told her it was useless. I had just admitted failure in training a family and moved on. I knew they wouldn’t look for me. But she seemed so determined…. and so sweet…. and nice.
But oh, if I had known then what I know now, I might have run the other way when she opened that car door! She has not been the easiest human to train. It’s taken much effort and a dogged persistence. I admit there were occasions when I’d decided to call it quits, but each time I ended up changing my mind. There was just something about her! She kept trying, and I simply couldn’t give up as long as there was hope.
So here we are almost 5 years later, still together and going strong. We have our good days and occasionally a not-so-good one, but I hold no regrets for having saved her that crisp fall day. Of course, she thinks that she’s the one that saved me. Please don’t tell her any different. It makes her happy, and that’s fine with me.