We picked up Wilson at a rest stop off of Rt. 395 in Connecticut. He came from Arkansas, born in a puppy mill, sold at a pet store and abandoned when the people who bought him realized that they didn't really want a dog. A wonderful person rescued and fostered him until we found him after searching the internet for a small dog do adopt in Rhode Island. Friends of Homeless Animals connected us with Wilson, and a lot of other people with their new dogs. It was truly a great day. A crummy little parking lot was transformed into a magical place that Sunday morning, when dozens of dogs found a home.
Does a place retain the emotion that invades its space? Do good experiences leave an indelible imprint in the area where the happiness occurred, and will the aftereffects linger? Houses can be haunted, I think so anyway, why not parking lots? I think the lot just past Exit 89 off of Route 395 in Connecticut is one of those magical places, not because it just is, rather because of all of the good things that happen there. Ours was just one day of many, and every week different people come to pick up their rescued pets. Some of the same faces, the animal rescue organization representatives and foster families come to the lot over and over, and they are joined by the once only visitors. Those once only visitors had best beware, because something happens in these places, and they often find themselves coming back, again and again, either to foster or to adopt another homeless pet, or to accompany a friend who will join the ranks.
I've been Rescuing Providence long enough, it was nice to Rescue Wilson!