Every day, I wake up in awe. Every day. Every day I set my alarm for a half an hour before sunrise, and when the alarm rings, I struggle to open my eyes before turning toward the window at my left. Through trial and error, I have discovered that by this point, a faint glow will line the horizon. There have been a couple of mornings where cloud cover hides that glow, but most mornings, the orange color that swells and deepens as the earth rotates to reveal the sun propels me out of bed.
I can’t explain it. Soon after adopting Captain, I saw him as a character in an animated movie. And one day, I knew the title of the movie: Captain and the Greyhound. I had no idea what the story would be, but I liked how that sounded. The reason I picked a greyhound was because this dog liked to RUN. Boy, did he like to rn.
I will never forget the first time he escaped from our house. I can’t tell you how he got out, but I do know that we watched him do it. He raced out the front door, to our horror, and ran so fast that he was just a white blur.
In 2010, my son finally convinced me to get him a dog. This was no easy feat. I had said no for years, assuming that the last thing I needed as a single mom was yet another “baby” to raise. Wasn’t I busy enough??
So instead, we adopted nearly every kind of pet possible in an effort to placate my son (and daughter): cat, cockatiel, bunny rabbits, tortoise, snake, bearded dragon lizards, blue belly lizards that the cat brought in (at one point we had nine in an aquarium at one time), Pacman frogs, random frogs caught in the backyard, and countless fish. None of them helped in slowing down the request for a dog.
But they finally wore me down. I had two rules: we had to get a dog from the pound, and we were not going to get a puppy. That’s when we found Captain, a white scruffy terrier mix who shelter workers guessed to be about 2 years old. And our lives forever changed.