Sentiment interrupted 


There she was, resting serenely. 

It had been a busy morning, finishing up the remainder of putting the house back in order. We went for a comic book and grocery run in the bitter cold New York temps, then returned home to settle into a relaxing afternoon on the sofa together with the dogs, enjoying the solitude and calm of our newly returned-to-normal home, warm and cozy, safe from the blistering cold just outside our door.

After situating ourselves on either end of the couch, Harvey quickly curled up in a tiny ebony puddle between my legs, while Rita sauntered her way onto the blanket draped casually over the side of Jeffrey’s leg and thigh, settling into an awkward-appearing restful position, half nestled, half hanging, as she is wont to do. 

After a few moments of petting and tail wagging, she breathed a deep sigh and sank into his side. I stared at her, growing teary eyed as I remembered the first time I saw her, from across the room, surrounded by a cacophony of excited, yapping dogs, her little snout silently poking through the chain-link fence that separated the canine orphans  from the human parents-to-be. We made eye contact, and I made a bee-line for her. It was love at first sight. I continued to glide through the memory, recalling how I was handed her leash, quickly scooping her up, and holding her lovingly but clumsily, realizing she was all muscle, shaking furiously, scared out of her mind. She was nothing like I ever imagined getting, but everything I could ever want. I clutched her firmly and warmly, whispering reassurance into her ear that she was safe, and promising her she would be more loved and cared for than she could ever imagine. I promised her she would always know she was my special girl.

And then, as my lip started to tremble, and the muscles in my face tightened (as they do when I inadvertently attempt to stop the tears I know are inevitably going to flow from the emotion sweeping over me) that’s when it happened…

PFFFFFT! 

Rita puffed out a little dog-toot from her heiny…shattering the silence and sending me into a fit of laughter*, as only Rita Mae can do!

Princess without polish, precious without pretension.

That’s my girl!

*”Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion.” – Truvy (Dolly Parton) Jones, Steel Magnolias

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7 Responses to Sentiment interrupted 

  1. Now I have tears while smiling.

  2. Mark in DE says:

    This post is perfection! 🙂

  3. Urspo says:

    it’s a dog’s life.

  4. Ravager619 says:

    I have the same thing happen with Torrie when she visits me in bed when I go to sleep. If she’s purring too much she’ll let out a silent one!

  5. Raybeard says:

    Your description – at least up to THAT moment – got me all moist-eyed too. Who could fail to have fallen for her? (I wonder if she remembers her previous ‘accommodation’ and whether she makes mental comparisons between then and now.)

  6. javabear says:

    HA HA HA!! I’m sitting next to my big ol’ black dog and he just “let one rip” himself. Smells like skunk. What have you been eating, dog?
    Rita Mae is such a sweet pup.

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