Fated Love!

Back in April, 2007, Tony and I went to one of our veterinarian’s office, to check on one of our rescued dogs. The receptionist, took us back to the kennel area, and before we made it down the aisle to where our dog was recuperating—four, little, adorable Boston Terriers, approximately ten weeks old, caught my eye, because they were standing on their hind legs, leaning on the gate, and trying to get our attention!

Tony and I stopped in our tracks, and reached down to pet the cute little puppies. They were adorable—as are all puppies!

“Cousin Nancy and Tony,” The veterinarian said, walking up behind us. “I know you love Bostons, so take as many as you like. They need homes and they are free.”

“If it’s free—then it’s for me!” I said, quoting my good friend, Harley Belew’s line, which he uses often, when doing his morning radio show. “You’re kidding me? What’s the deal?”

“You and Tony,” the receptionist said. “saw these little pups come in, when you were in here last week. Remember that man brought them in, in a big shoe box?”

“Yes, I remember,” I said. “Remember Tony? The man walked into the lobby, and took them straight to an examination room, without even asking anyone at the front desk.”

Tony nodded yes.

“That’s because we knew he was coming. He had an emergency, and had called to tell us that the puppies were really sick and that he was bringing them in immediately!” The receptionist explained.

“So what happened? “So, why are they free? Didn’t he want them?” I asked.

“They had Parvo,” our veterinarian explained, “and they were near death. After I examined them, I told the man his puppies had Parvo, and asked him what he wanted me to do. He asks me how much it would cost to treat the pups, and when I told him, he said, ‘Forget it—just put them to sleep! And, then stormed out of the building.’”

“How horrible!” I said. “How could anyone be so cold hearted?”

“Cousin Nancy, when I went back to put them down—I couldn’t. When I looked at them, I had to do the right thing. I told those puppies, ‘I’m going to make you well’—and I did! But, before I could, I phoned the man and made him an offer that he couldn’t refuse! I told him that I would treat the pups at no cost to him, because I wanted to try to save them—and if he would agree to letting me have the pups, I promised him, that I would not sell the pups, but just find great homes for them. The man liked my offer and wished me luck. So which one do you want?”

“Nance,” Tony said, cautiously. “Are you sure we need another dog?”

“Yes! Which one do you want?” I asked.

“I want that one—the one with the spots,” Tony said.

“That’s great! What are you going to name him?” I asked.

Holding his little pup in his arms, Tony said, “Bosco. His name is Bosco.”

“Great name, Tony! Mine’s the little runt, but I don’t have a name for her yet!” I said, as I picked her up and gave her a kiss.

After checking on the dog that we had originally come in to see, we found that he was recuperating nicely, so we took our two, little bundles of joy— home.

The next day, I sent Spike an e-mail with pictures of our new little additions, and she asked me to please get her a female, because her wannabe Boston, was not going to be around much longer due to old age.

I called the receptionist and asked her if they still had the other two pups and her answer was—yes! She told me that the little male had just been adopted to a very nice family, but they still had the little female.

The next morning, I went and picked up the little female and two days later, Spike drove down from Austin and picked up her newest member of her family! Spike named her Rebound!

Two days later, I finally came up with Bunny’s name and the rest is history.