Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Baxter Black-and-White

Story and photo: Trina

Picture a woman with a soft spot for dogs. The soft spot isn't really just a spot; it's rather bigger than a mere spot. It's pretty much her whole being. Picture this woman meeting a new dog, squatting to say hi, petting him. Picture the scrappy, skinny little dog snuzzling up to her like he hasn't had even so much as a loving touch in weeks. Picture the dog's owner arriving with a "What's going on here?" look on his face.

"We're just saying 'hi.' He's really sweet!" the woman says.

"He's a pain in the ass is what he is; you want 'im?" is the gruff reply.

Having no ability to walk away from a dog in this kind of situation, this woman, who looks a whole lot like me, finds herself rescuing dogs on a verrrry regular basis.

I don't actually recall how Pickle, the lanky black lab that raised me from birth, came into my family's life, but I do know that every other dog I've had in the three decades since The Pickle Era has been a rescue dog of one kind or another. Whether they came from the pound, turned up mysteriously under the back porch, were impulsively selected from a cardboard box in front of the grocery store, or were found lost and hungry with no collar, my dogs have always been orphans.

The key to rescuing dogs is not falling in love with them. This is where I fail miserably. Some of the dogs I fall in love with I end up keeping; some of the dogs I fall in love with I end up placing in new homes. Either way, I end up falling (helplessly, pathetically) in love with all my rescue dogs.

It's ok. It's how I ended up with both Zeek and Sprocket. But two is the magic number for me, so now, even when I do fall in love with a rescue dog, as I did with this latest one, Baxter, I still have to let him go.

This past weekend we had a few reasons that justified a 4-hour drive over the mountains to the big city. Delivering sweet Baxter to Jack Russell Rescue of Colorado was just one of them.


  1. Trina - you did the right thing! You are a great human - unfortunately one of a dwindling number! Thank you, Marie

  2. OOOOhhhhh. Sorry Trina, I know that must have been very hard for you. I'm sorry. You did a good thing, and no doubt Baxter will have a better home than where you rescued him. You should feel good about that.

  3. Yes, indeed, hard! When I loaded him into the rescue lady's truck and handed over his stuffed animals I started crying. The lady was obviously surprised and said, "Oh! You're crying! How long have you had him?" I managed to snuffle out the answer, "Only four days. But he's so sweeeeeet!" It's amazing how quickly you - one - I can get attached to these little guys!

  4. True, much more quickly than you can get attached to people. I knew I couldn't even let myself see him in person. He was way too cute in the photo, and I don't even have a yard. Surely, someone else will fall in love with him and give him the best home ever.