(Repost because I'm a Dog Mood)
The company where my son works offered their employees a weekend at a lovely resort lodge for a very small portion of what it ordinarily would have cost. As it was my son and daughter-in-law's fifth wedding anniversary over the weekend they accepted the generous offer and took off Friday afternoon to travel the 4-5 hours north to spend the weekend.
A little over half way through their journey a dog ran out into the lanes on the interstate. He was obviously lost, frightened and frantic as he ran in and out of traffic. The kids have a dog and and are dog lovers and there was no way they could go on unless they made an effort to save the dog.
My daughter-in-law was driving and took the next turn-out into the median. She hopped out, the dog fortunately came to her with little coaxing and she cleverly took the scarf she was wearing and made a slip knot out of it for a leash as he had no collar. The dog came willingly, they got him into the car and went to the nearest animal shelter. They got the distinct impression that if left there the dog would be put down and they couldn't let that happen so they learned of another shelter close to their destination and headed there.
Arriving at the second shelter they were turned away because the dog was not found in the shelter's jurisdiction. I talked to my son and his wife at this point and they had already bonded with Rupert. They named him Rupert because that was the name of the closest town to where they found him. He was a medium size, longer haired herding breed.They both raved about how sweet Rupert was. He had ridden with his head in my daughter-in-law's lap in the back seat while she pulled burrs out of his black and white coat.
They barely made it to the company sponsored dinner and did their best all evening to find a permanent or even a temporary home for the lost pooch. They got no takers so had to forgo their lodge accommodations for a motel room that was not nearly as nice but did allow man's best friend. They decided to come home the next morning as they had already started a Facebook campaign to find a home for Rupert and it was looking like they had sparked some interest.
So after one short evening and breakfast the next morning my son and daughter-in-law made the return trip home, their new charge in tow. No hiking, shopping or mountain biking for them they were on their way back to find a home for Rupert.
By 10:00 Sunday morning a friend from Facebook arrived with her 6 year old daughter and fell in love with Rupert as everyone else had over the course of the last 2 days. The new 6 year old owner declared that, "Now I have a brother." It was love at first sight.
During and since I have not heard a word about a ruined weekend a disappointing anniversary celebration from either my son or his wife. They feel really good about saving the little guys life and finding him a loving family. I feel good because I'm related to such wonderful people who give me great blog fodder.
It's been a few days so we checked Facebook to see how Rupert was doing. His new owner is saying things like "Best dog ever!" In the photos he appears to have fit into the family perfectly and in one is sporting his Halloween costume. Rupert is going to be a turtle for Halloween! He looks so comfortable in his get-up, it makes you wonder if dressing up is something Rupert did a lot of in his past. And as the result of a question I had a while ago I happen to have learned the symbolism of the turtle and it's so perfect for Rupert.
In some mythologies the turtle shell is a symbol of heaven, the square underneath represents earth. A reminder that the way to heaven is through earth and to be aware of our connection to all things. A good number of Native Americans believe the turtle to represent steadfastness and longevity...the ability to withstand whatever misfortunes life may bring. Which with the help of two caring people Rupert withstood a major hardship and is now in the hands of a loving mom and "Sister" who already have him decked out for his first holiday with them.