I just adopted two rescue Cockers from the New England All Breed Rescue. A litter of puppies was born into a shelter in MO and needed homes fast. Josh and I adopted 8-week-old Lucy and Clara (the two without homes at the time) via Petfinder.org….or maybe it was Adoptapet.com…
Anyway, the woman from the shelter had told us that Clara and Lucy would be on a truck that does a huge loop starting in OH and moving through MO and AR, all the way down to TN, over to MD, up through PA, NJ, CT and finally up to NH. Because of the snowstorm, our babies and their caravan were stuck in TN due to the storm. We were so worried! But the representative from Alpha Dog Transport assured us that our loves were receiving extra attention and care, and their crates were kept at 75 degrees with plenty of food and water.
The drop off spot that we were closest to was the Hudson, NH WalMart (yes, the drop off places were Cracker Barrels and Wal Marts and Raymour Flanagan parking lots.) Anyway, Josh and I started our trek up to get our puppies Sunday through the storm, excited beyond belief. When we got to the WalMart, we were an hour and a half early, and the voicemail said the truck was running an hour late. Josh and I figured that though we aren’t your typical WalMart customers…..or even close…..we could probably kill some time in the pet department and daring each other to try on trucker hats with beer slogans on them. Ahem.
While we were in WalMart we heard other people talking about getting their dogs- turns out another couple had the same idea! We thought, what a coincidence! They were adopting 10 and a 12-year-old golden retrievers. (It takes such special people to adopt older dogs, God bless them.) Anyway, we chatted, then went outside to wait in the car.
In piling snow, we drove to the back of the parking lot near the sand pile to wait. And then we noticed we weren’t the only people waiting in their cars. We counted 3…then 5…soon 12 and 17 and then 22 cars and still counting, all filled with people waiting with blankets and children and carrying cases, with coffee mugs and leashes and the exact same expressions on their faces that our beloved pets have when we leave them in the car on an errand.
So….was it a flying kennel? Perhaps a ark? Did Santa really exist, and was he going to bring us all bundles of joy on this snowy Sunday morning? I actually looked up, half expecting to see the Jolly Old Elf coming down from the sky, with 8 jingling mutts pulling a sleigh.
But then there it was! A hugely long, fully-enclosed horse trailer-type thing, driven by three guys in a giant pickup. Our babies! Safe from the storm!
We all lined up and gave them the names of our adopted dogs: out came poodles and lab mixes, Shepard puppies, a Great Pyrenees and a Boston Terrier. The two golden retrievers, white with age, were led into their new parent’s arms. The good men would deliver 90 dogs to their new families this Christmas, and they said they make their important journey every week.
And then it was our turn. “You have the cutest puppies in the bunch,” said the driver, “and the loudest.” Out came Lucy and Clara, shivering and whining against the 22-degree cold. A giant “Awww” went through the crowd before I stuffed them under my sweater to keep them warm.
Our new babies made it back to Boston, and are happy, healthy, and love their big sister Alice, a rescued mini Rex rabbit. We feel so blessed to have gotten them, and I wanted to share the tale with all of you.