It had all started innocently enough . . . I wanted to show my daughters that Christmas was not just about a gluttony of gifts; that it was also a time of giving. So my husband and I loaded them up in our Land Cruiser and drove to our local Humane Society. There—I laid eyes on a scruffy dog, cooped up in a cage that was ten times too small for her. The paper haphazardly taped onto her cage said this:
Chloe, 4 years old.
Owner gave her up. He was deployed to Afghanistan.
Good with kids and other pets.
Been here for 8 months.
Loves to play catch.
It was never my intention to adopt another dog since we already had 2 pooches. But I didn't have it in my heart to leave without Chloe. Her sad and soulful eyes were speaking to me—"TAKE ME HOME." So I begged my husband. And begged...and used all my womanly charms. Eventually, he folded. It's not that my husband doesn't like dogs; as he pointed out—3 pooches equals 3 times the poop to pick up.
But Chloe is SO worth it. She's a sweetheart; she IS my heart, and she's the gift that keeps on giving.
So this Christmas, if you're looking to bring home a dog, or a cat, or a horse, adopt a shelter pet that will steal and warm your heart. For a listing of pets looking for a home, you can also visit the Best Friends Animal Society. They're a grassroots network of people and organizations that care about animals.
|Chloe—Woof! Where's my tennis ball?|