I think that I’ve been lucky in that most of my life, I’ve had at least one canine companion around. My parents both grew up with dogs and I think my dad in particular wanted his children to have the same experiences growing up that he did. We moved to a farm from an apartment when I was eighteen months old and there was a dog soon after.
As I grow older, it seems like each era of my life is defined by a dog’s life. With Greyhound adoption, and other breed adoptions, too, I’m sure, it often seems like a dog gets a fairy tale ending when they find a home. That’s not the way I’ve come to see it though.
To me, a dog’s adoption is really the beginning of a new chapter in life. It’s hard to think of them having a life before we know them, but it’s very easy to see that they have a new life once they come home with us. Where they will go is still unwritten. They can become anything that we help them to become.
Even though each dog has been a chapter in my life, every one of them and I have written multiple chapters together in theirs. I think that’s part of the beauty of sharing our lives with our canine companions. Each of those chapters of their lives usually end up making us better people.
I smile when I think about the story of my life having dog names as chapters, but maybe that’s just me. From the time my mom called our Border Collie when she wanted me to come in for dinner as a four year old to the Australian Shepherd who listened to my teenage hurts, the first Greyhound we got as a young married couple and the current group we have now, they have all left a mark on our lives.
I’m not sure what the future holds, or what my fairy tale ending will ultimately be, but I do feel like my life is somewhat of a fairy tale. I’ve been blessed by a lot of lucky things in my life, including some amazing dogs.
What are some of your fondest memories of dogs in your life?