|Darby mellowed slightly in her golden years.|
“This has to be a special dog,” I told my husband. “He has to be funny enough to write about, but this time we have to try finding one that listens,” I added.
In an interesting turn of events, Ash, a two year-old chocolate lab/shepherd mix was scratched off the “kill list” at a pound in South Carolina this past April and sent to Animal Rescue Fund of the Hamptons (ARF) in Wainscott, New York. When we met Ash at ARF over Memorial Day weekend, he showed us he could walk on a leash like a pro. Ash looked at us longingly, seeming to promise that he would not jump on kids, would love our cat like a brother and would never flip over the garbage pail for kicks if we would just take him home. It took us about 20 minutes to decide that he was our next fur-ever friend, since once we adopt a pet we don’t send it back. Meanwhile, I prayed that this dog wasn’t putting on an act.
Ash was subsequently renamed Indiana Jones in recognition of his amazing survival through life’s adventures thus far. Now, “Indy” meets the three Christie kids at the bus stop every day after school. He just may be the most grateful dog ever born, and so far it looks as if we will have a reprieve from hell hounds, (although we will always love Darby).
|The very happy Indiana Jones "Indy" going home with the Christies.|
This story appeared in the June 7th issue of The Long Island Advance newspaper in the My Turn column on page 17. Thank you Linda!