“Hurry up and get in. We’re going to pick up a stranded puppy. Someone dropped him off I just know it; and in the middle of winter!”
I haven’t seen him so angry, I thought to myself, not saying a word. We hadn’t discussed getting another dog but I was sure we didn’t want a male. What on earth was he doing?
We drove the back roads home. It was the middle of winter…end of January to be exact and it was below zero at night and in the teens in the day. The winter days were so bitter cold you could see your breath and the snow crunched beneath your feet.
“We are going to take this pup home if he is still here. I know you won’t mind. He was running down the middle of the road looking at the cars that passed as if to say, ‘are you going to take me back home?’ Our eyes met, he’s so cute I know you will fall in love with him when you see him.”
“But he’s a boy! We don’t want a boy dog, do we?”
“Well, we’ll see, if he’s even still here. Someone may have already picked him up. Nope. There he is, see him? He’s on the side of the road. It looks like he’s digging for something to eat. That makes me so mad that someone would do such a thing!
We pulled over and the skittish pup looked up at the van. When I kissed my lips together and called him, he ran around the van and peeked at me through the window as if to say, “Are you talking to me?” I coaxed him closer to my opened door and snatched him up to my lap and shut the door. The van was warm. He looked like a giant Boston bull dog, with the perfect black and white markings. Skinny and cold, he shivered in my arms…all 43 pounds.
“Let’s sit here a few minutes. Hopefully, someone will see us stealing their dog and come running. I have a few words for them.” I angrily told Gary, as I comforted this new male in my life.
Without any notice from the neighbors, we left, pup in tow. I prayed, “Lord, what have You to teach me with this boy? You have taught me so much with all of my dogs; I wonder what lessons this one will bring? I submit him to You, in Jesus name, amen.” I silently prayed.
“I’m going home. Let’s get him home and feed him some supper. Wanna go home boy?” Gary asked the stranded pup. Putting the van in drive, we left his past and drove him to his new future.
Sitting on my lap, he began to tell me stories of his horrible little life. We could only imagine how life was for this little guy, trying to find food and water in the frozen woods, with only a few houses around to offer possible garbage for food. Being of the pit bull nature couldn’t be easy for him either with half the town afraid of them and the other half wanting them for fighters. He cried his story to us all the way home.
Thankfully, we carry an extra leash in the car, so we leashed him and took him in the house to meet Lucy. She didn’t know what to think, but she didn’t seem to mind. Lucy shared her food and toys willingly. She even shared her giant pillow that we kept in the basement because she didn’t use it much.
“What do you want to name him?”
“I don’t know, it will come to me.”
At bedtime, the pup couldn’t get still and whimpered as he laid his front paws down. Gary called me out of bed, “Honey? I need some help out here.”
I gathered my supplies; I put on my heaviest house coat, sweats, socks and slippers, grabbed my pillow and the heating pad. I brought the pup out of the kennel and placed him on the giant pillow. Plugging in the heating pad I put his front feet on that and put a light blanket around him and anther blanket around me. We were settled in for the night. He needed a mama, and I guess, I, needed a boy.
Upon awakening, Gary, being the avid Chicago Cub fan said, “Let’s name him Wrigley.”
“Perfect, Wrigley it is.”
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