Sunday, November 18, 2012

"Scout" Benyamin

So, I've been walking around these last two months, still wondering about all the possibilities of what hearing "Be not afraid" means, but knowing I'm definitely more relaxed about everything since I heard it.  Then, on October 27, 2012, my husband & daughter went to buy dog food for our yellow Labrador, Angel.  They called me from the parking lot of the pet store.  They said Tails Humane Society of DeKalb, IL was there.  Tails Humane Society had caravaned to Oklahoma and rescued over 100 unwanted dogs from a kill shelter.  Now they were here in the parking lot of the local Petco for a mega weekend adoption event.
My husband said the kids wanted to pitch in and buy me one for my birthday.  It's been 8 months since my black lab. Princess died on February 19, 2012 after eating tainted jerky treats from China.  It was so painful when she died.  I've been so sad but never thought I'd get another dog.  I was afraid of loving and then losing another one.  But now these dogs needed me more than I needed them.  I decided to do the right thing.  I decided to not be afraid to love again, and go look at these dogs.  I told them to come pick me up.

I found a sweet, smart, beautiful, 8 month old golden German Shepard mix.  When I looked at her in her cage she pointed with her nose to the 2 latches that needed to be unlocked for her to get out.  Like, "right here lady, just unlatch it right here."  So I asked to see her on a leash and walked her around.  She put her body against Lorens so he could pet her and she licked my hand.  So gentle and loving with big brown eyes. She wrapped her two front paws around my arm when I was petting her, licking me, like please don't put me back lady. There was no way she was ever going back into that cage.  

Not until we were signing the papers to adopt her did I see her birthday, February 20, 2012.  She was born the day after Princess died on February 19, 2012, needing someone to love her.  It just took us both 8 months to find each other.

They were calling her Lacey at the shelter.  My kids re-named her "SCOUT" because she explores everything.  An adventurer!  I tell her, "You're a good girl, Scout."  My mom was a Girl Scout Leader for 20 years and my sister and I were immersed in everything scouting.  I think my mom the adventurer Girl Scout leader would be happy I'll be saying "good girl Scout" for the next 10-15 years.

These are a few pics from the day we adopted her, October 27, 2012.  You could see 5 of her ribs this day.

 Scout 10/27/2012, the day we adopted her...

I'm so glad I wasn't afraid to open my heart again.  She needed me.  She's been neglected so she can't get close enough to me, wants to literally sit in my lap, sleeps next to me.  I take her with me everywhere.  Car rides, trips to the store, it doesn't matter, I'm taking her with me.  Lorens has reminded me I'm not Paris Hilton, and Scout doesn't fit in my purse.  I need to stop that before she gets any bigger.  But I love her.  She's helping to fill a void in our hearts, and in the heart of Angel, who misses Princess too.

Our 11 year old yellow lab Angel wasn't too happy at first.  But now that she realizes she's in charge, this is just a puppy she needs to teach everything to, she's happy.  She barks at Scout when she gets too wild or too rough.  If I'm petting Angel and Scout tries to wedge in between us, Angel lets her know she's not going to put up with that.  She shows her how to walk on a leash without pulling my arm out.  And she even lets Scout snuggle with her.
Scout & Angel, November 15, 2012

Scout looking pretty chubby on the steps one month after we adopted her,
November, 2012.  No more ribs showing, yay!
Our friends dog and Scout, 11/18/2012...

Scout thinks she's a lap dog with my daughter Jen....

See what can happen when you learn to "be not afraid?"  
You can help someone else, and maybe, 
while you're helping others, 
happiness might sneak back into your own heart.
It worked for me.


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