Anyone who knows me knows I basically turn into mush when a little dog is around. I’m known to yell “puppy!” with the excitement of a two-year-old when I see a dog pass by on the street. The past few months, my puppy-talk has evolved (devolved?) into calling most dogs “Shaboo.”
I grew up with dogs–the earliest ones I remember were Yofi and Doovey (sp?) which meant Beautiful and Little Bear in Hebrew, respectively. I don’t remember what happened to those ones, but then they were replaced by Mr. Spacely, a terrier who had to be put to sleep not long after we got him. Finally, when I was in first grade, we hit the puppy jackpot with Maxwell Smart, a toy poodle (really the size of a miniature) with a personality so human it was uncanny. He was all cliche things that dogs are–loyal, fun, sweet, eager; he was also incredibly smart. Sometimes too smart–he was an incredible escape artist. And we taught him how to play the ukulele. Anyway, Max was our family dog from the time I was in first grade to my first year in college, when he died tragically. Now my parents have Trixie, another little black poodle who I have a love-hate relationship with since they brought her home when I was in junior high.
But since I moved out of my parents’ house, I have longed for a little dog of my own (or maybe two). Alas, alack, I’ve lived in dorm rooms and apartments and traveled off and on way too much; all barring me from my canine dreams. Robert loves dogs, too, and we’ve been dreaming together lately about rescuing one as soon as we can move to an apartment that allows pets (and they’re hard to find!). So yesterday I made the mistake of googling “small dog rescue los angeles” and stumbled upon literally hundreds of photos and bios of dogs I would adopt in a heartbeat. But seeing all of those mistreated, neglected, unwanted dogs made my heart break, and tonight when I showed Robert some of my favorite scruffy shaboos, I started crying (embarrassing, I know). It kills me to see all of them! “What can we do?” I asked Robert, picturing us buying a farm and caring for a dozen or so of these little four-legged orphans. “Become an activist, Love,” he said. “That’s what these people are doing,” and he motioned to the laptop screen, bearing the adopt-a-pet web page. After perusing their “how can I help” page, I decided that my first step would be including a little widget on the margin of my blog, encouraging anyone to adopt/rescue a pet from a shelter. So just follow the adopt-a-pet link I have on the right, and there you can search in the city you live in for the kind of dog you are looking for. Hopefully one day soon I’ll write a post introducing you to my new shaboo (or two)!