When it comes to a life partner, I hit the jackpot. He asked me to marry him two months after my final chemo treatment. And he’s suffered through my crazy animal obsessions over the years, with a smile. My husband’s childhood was pet-free. But he did grow up with a big heart, and loving parents. For you good-hearted rescue wanna be’s, here’s my two cents… if you’re starting a rescue, or bringing homeless pets into your home, make sure you have a partner who supports your “habit.” We purchased our first little puppy from a well-intentioned breeder. We knew nothing about the rescue world. The breeder brought us into her home, and grilled us. I sat on an ottoman in front of her – intent on answering every question, and my husband was behind me on the couch. All of a sudden I turned around to see my husband in “Yorkie hell.” He was covered in Yorkie puppies. They were biting his ears, jumping on his shoulders, grabbing his hair… and he just sat there, trying to be the model of patience so our interrogator would approve us. And she did… twice. I remember his Mom saying, “Oh! I wonder how he’ll do with a pet. He didn’t grow up around animals.” Years later, knee high into our rescue operation, working with hundreds of dogs and cats, I can say, “He did just fine.” Happy Valentine’s Day my love! (He bought me a belt sander… yeah, we’re old married folks).
Note about Beau, the beagle: I spotted this little guy running down a 4-lane highway. Knowing he didn’t have a chance, I grabbed him with the help of a pound of smoked turkey. (Later, I learned through social media that Animal Control had set traps all day without luck.) Once we were home, I noticed he had lumps all over him. The lumps turned out to be engorged ticks. After I removed number 100, I quit counting… Beau is now happy, healthy and hogs our bed at night – oh, and adores my husband.