Rescuing Wilson!

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!

3 Comments

  • Cousin Emily says:

    Hi, Mr. Morse, this is Emily, Mr618's Labrador. My dad has been telling me about you, and you seem like a pretty decent guy. I mean, you've been going out of your way for years and years to help the furless ones, and now you've also helped my cousin Wilson. Did you know that when you give one of us — especially a rescue — a forever home, you've also guaranteed yourself a place in Heaven? One of these days, when Cousin Wilson is sitting on your lap, getting skritched, look into his eyes. You will see a depth of love and gratitude that is unparalleled. You saved a lot of lives there in Providence, according to my dad, but giving Cousin Wilson a home is saving a truly innocent life. For the most part, we dogs just want to be loved, and in return, we love our families. Yes, there are a few of us who have been trained to fight, or to guard a crack house, but really, that's not our fault, that's the fault of the furless ones like that thug Michael Vick. We're not evil, we're not monsters, but sometimes, we're misunderstood. Don't beat us, don't starve us, don't deny us medical attention, and we'll be the most faithful, loving companions you could ever wish for. As dad says, "Lock your wife and your dog in the trunk of the car. Who's really happy to see you an hour later?"
    From what dad says, it sounds like Cousin Wilson found himself a good pair of slaves — err, humans to take care of him. Yeah, that's it.
    God bless you, Mr. Morse.

    • Cousin Emily says:

      Oh, and you'll notice that most of us also speak acceptable English, not that childish gobbledy-gook on sites like I Can Has Cheezburger. Did you know that many dogs are multi-lingual? I have numerous cousins here in Maine who speak both French and English, and some of my cousins down around Fall River are fluent in Portugese. A lot of my cousins in your neck of the woods speak Italian, and most of my relatives in Europe speak at least two languages, sometimes five or six.

  • Emily says:

    Hello Cousin Emily, can you do me a favor? Check on your dad for me, I haven't heard from him a while and hope he's okay! Thanks for the comments, I know how long it takes to type with paws instead of fingers. Since I've been rescued I can't believe how many good people there are that will take the time and spend the money to rescue a homeless pet. People really are good, not everybody is a horse's ass like Michael Vick!

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