"What was that?!" My husband was alarmed. Having not noticed the brown bear road kill on the way up, I was not surprised that I missed whatever he saw, assuming it was another bear or possibly a kangaroo. I'm not very observant.
"That was a puppy!" He careened off the road onto the shoulder of I-64, jumped out of the van and took off running the direction from which we just came.
Bleary, I hopped out of the car and watched him go, one foot in the van to keep an eye on the kids . . . who were freaking out! Fiona started crying, "I just want him to come back," and Toby mock-cried because his sister and father were both stealing his thunder and terrifying him. "I'm scared too," he said, forcing himself to tear up a little.
"If Daddy really did see a puppy, then we have a new pet!" I said, reassuring them and myself. We had talked about wanting another dog as a companion for our 7 year old St. Bernard mix, Lucy. We also decided it would be too much work. As I waited for Rick to head back along the curve of interstate, I started worrying too. Was he safe? Would a semi hit him? Was this a trick and was he now being dragged into the woods? A minute later, I saw my tall husband round the bend with something black cradled in his arms. A bear? Possibly a kangaroo?
"If Daddy really did see a puppy, then we have a new pet!"
I said, reassuring them and myself.
Since we found the puppy outside of Charleston, WV the kids have decided to name her Charlie. We think she may be a Schnauzer. The vet says she's perfectly healthy.
I'm thankful for my husband's ADD. He noticed a tiny black and tan furball on the side of I-64 and now we have a new member of the family, Charlie our rescue dog.
|Fifi with Charlie, the rescue dog|