The first time I ever heard of Lucy, it was just a message from someone wanting me to help her find a home for a dog. That was all.
I absolutely, positively had no interest in adopting her. I was away from the house too much of the time and I was also just settling into a new house with the cats. There were too many things up in the air. The last thing I needed was another responsibility.
But I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Lucy adopted me.
A week or so before she came to my house, I went over to the apartment where she was living to take a couple of pictures of her. She was terrified of people. She was terribly unsure of herself.
The people who had rescued her from a chain when she was a puppy had too many animals and they were moving to a smaller place. She was the only one who didn’t make the cut to go to the new place. She was expendable.
On National Dog Day, remember how love can change any of us
How miserable does someone have to be to ‘troll’ a cute dog picture?
We can’t save every animal in need, but I was happy to save Kiko’s life
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing world
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
If you believe in these campaign fairy tales, welcome to Fantasy Island
Leopards might not change spots, but cowardly lions can gain courage