Almost 10 years ago, I married my college sweetheart and moved to Texas. A few months in, I had my first birthday as a married woman. My birthday wish was a Scottish terrier. I had fallen in love with one in a bridal shop as he stalked me like an inch high private eye. We found a breeder a few hours away and set off on our merry way to get a pup. When we arrived, my husband sat on a sofa as puppies nipped at our feet and yelped. Many puppies were already spoken for, but I saw one little Scottie pup with a flopped over ear who had been passed up because his ears were not standing yet. He played alone and when another pup came to play with him, he simply gave up his toy and found something else to do. My heart went out to the flop eared pup, and I knew we could give him a great home where nobody would nip at him or steal his toys. I knew he could make it with a childless couple with no other dogs.
It was so hard...incredibly hard. I hated having the decision over life and death. Still, he deserved to go peacefully before complete misery set in.
The next day I cried as I had to wash up his water bowl. I looked up from the kitchen sink and saw 2 squirrels having fits of ecstacy in our oak tree. I laughed at how Ewan had protected our backyard so fiercely, it was like an all-you-can-eat acorn buffet just opened up in the middle of winter. I'm tempted to open the backdoor and jingle his collar just to taunt them...I think he'd like that.
Thank you Ewan...for being a child when I needed children and a vacuum cleaner when I had children.
Thank you for guarding our home and our yard...if only our hearts were as protected.