The boxes weren’t even unpacked before it began: “When can we get
a dog?”
This question wasn’t from a child unaware of the responsibilities
and commitment a pet requires, but from my husband, who grew up with a pug and
had been itching to have another pup in his life. Now with the purchase of our
first home, complete with a fully fenced-in backyard and across the street from
a large park, his time had come. Or so he thought.
The barking, the shedding, the walks in variable New England
weather – I couldn’t imagine it. I grew up with a few birds, two hamsters and a
hermit crab; apartment living in urban New Jersey didn’t lend itself to pets
much larger. While my sister and parents have since each adopted a Chihuahua, I
didn’t know – or care to see – the benefits of having your own dog. I saw dogs
as I do children: cute and fun, but I’m happy to enjoy someone else’s. My new,
clean house wasn’t missing anything. Or so I thought.
I was able to hold off until the following spring, until the
Facebook page of a shelter (Odie’s
Place Animal Rescue) featured a Yorkie in
need of a home. If there was one breed of dog I could see in our house, she was
it. My husband was thrilled I had taken an interest in getting a dog, and I
think he was shocked I took the initiative to fill out the required
questionnaire. Before I knew it, we had a home visit scheduled.
While Odie’s Place would be happy to place a dog with us, the
Yorkie wasn’t the right fit. Plus, my husband had envisioned a larger dog to
take on runs and hikes, and I could see he was growing hesitant of a tiny,
potentially yappy breed. Not to worry, said Odie’s Place. A rescue from
Thailand was “perfection” for us. Would we be interested in meeting a Border
Collie/Shepherd/Husky mix? I wasn’t too keen on a long-haired,
non-hypoallergenic dog, but the train had left the station. Yes, we’ll meet her
and commit to a home trial.
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| Tessie enjoying her morning walk |
On March 5, 2016, my future love pranced into my living room. Her
foster parents dropped her off, filling us in on her back story: around 3 years
of age, she was on the streets of Thailand until she was hit by car in November
2015 when she was taken in by a local Thai shelter that provided rehab,
including water therapy, until she was back up and running. The couple
volunteered for Soi
Dog, a not-for-profit that helps the
homeless, neglected and abused dogs and cats of Thailand, and it also works to
end the dog meat trade throughout the region. They each flew back to the U.S.
with five dogs, with all 10 dogs already committed to a home. To our luck, the
family who was interested in our future love fell through, so they reached out
to Odie’s Place to help them find the right home for her.
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| Tables give dogs extra space in crowded Thai shelters, which could explain Tessie's love of hopping up on our picnic table. |
She was sweet and mild-mannered from the very beginning. She seldom barks and barely sheds. She is the reason I wake up and finally take the daily morning walks I promised myself. We knew she was meant to be ours the same day she walked into our lives. We re-named her Tessie and haven’t looked back. She truly is perfection.
I shudder to think about how I almost let my fears and
ill-conceived notions of dogs get in the way of having Tessie here with us. I
know now why people love their dogs, talk to them and treat them as their baby
– all things that used to make me roll my eyes. But now I’m one of them, one of
you, I should say. Tessie has me wrapped around her paw, and I couldn’t be happier.
