We went to the local shelter just to look around. The cages were filled with pit bulls and Chihuahuas--two breeds in which I was not particularly interested. We passed by one cage and saw the cowering little dog in the back. She would not come out to see us, no matter how much we urged her. I looked at the tag on the cage which was marked Chihuahua and kept walking. Evan, though, insisted that we go in and ask to look at her.
When they brought this dog out into the play yard, the attendant had to carry her. She was too scared to walk. When he finally sat her on the ground, she just stood, shaking. I bent down to look at her. She didn't look like a Chihuahua to me. She looked like a scared little girl who needed a home. At that point in my life, after a rocky year of being newly divorced, I could kind of identify with her.
We left the shelter without her, but we paid for her tags and were told we could pick her up two days later after she had been spayed. On the way home we talked about names, "Daisy?" "Mildred?" "Lilly?" I mused to Evan. He looked straight ahead at the car we were following, and said, "How about Kia?" "Short, sporty, different! I like it!" I said.
I took Kia to the vet two days after I picked her up from the pound. The vet confirmed she was not a Chihuahua, and suggested a combination of Border Collie and Jack Russell. "You have a very high energy dog here," she said. That was fine with me.
As you can guess, life around here has never been the same since her arrival.
Today would have been my father's birthday. When I think of him, I remember how much he loved his dogs. I think my mom could have lived without dogs, but my father loved them so much. I have a picture in my mind of him walking down the long path by our house, his dog beside him. He had such a tender heart and a love of animals. He passed that on to me.
He would have loved my little Kia Louise.
She brings such joy to my life. She greets me with enthusiasm every time I walk through the door. She gets me up and out in the morning. In the evening we go to the dog park to play and I meet up with a circle of friends I would have never had without her. She has opened up Brian's heart to dogs and converted him completely to a dog person. At night she curls under the covers with me.
She is my constant companion and it has been a privilege to see her gain confidence and strength.
She has found her forever home here at this house and in my heart.
So Happy Birthday to my daddy and Happy Anniversary to my Kia.