That’s it. Until tomorrow, that title is pretty much all I’ll be writing about Clarisse. That’s because Clarisse’s new foster mom, and the woman who drove to meet the foster mom, the same kind person who brought me Grace, have each driven more than ten hours today. And some of it may have been in fairly heavy snowfall, I would think, based on the weather here. I know they must be very tired, and I won’t expect to read anything much from them until tomorrow, if then.
Even more importantly, I think it’s almost a sacred event, when first you bring a new dog into your home, and maybe it should be a time for only the family. I just had a picture flash into my mind, that traditional image of a husband carrying his wife across the threshold of their new home. Until this minute, I’ve never thought much about it, and now that I am thinking, I’m not sure I like it much. Smacks of ownership, doesn’t it? However, this isn’t the time to analyze it from that angle. 🙂 There’s one aspect of it that I find I do relate to in a positive way, and I’ll focus on that. The first time you enter a home where you’ll live for any length of time, it’s the start of a new chapter in your life, and it’s important, and should be honored. I’m sure Maureen and her daughter, and all three of her dogs, old and new, realize that Clarisse’s arrival is a big deal, and some of them, at least, will never forget it.
When a dog is rescued the way Grace and Clarisse were, there are many people involved. Each person is responsible for forging one link in the chain which will bridge the gap between ‘unwanted’ and ‘wanted’. I’m still quite new at the Facebook rescue business, and I have a lot to learn. At first, and even now, sometimes, I get frustrated with more experienced rescuers who assume a degree of knowledge on my part that I simply don’t have. And this is what I’ll write about next, in, ‘Forging The Chain’.