AMERICAN | ESKIMO

It’s just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn’t it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal.

– John Grogan

I am proud to say that I am the person that will cancel dinner reservations to pick up a stray dog on the side of the road. I have two sweet (and I mean extremely sweet) little babies – both under ten pounds, and both have the whole world in their tiny eyes.

On Friday, I was leaving the house to attend my dinner plans. There was an American Eskimo hopping on three legs on my driveway. I escorted him safely into my heated garage and laid on a huge comforter with him, encouraging him to eat. I was a stranger to him, yet he laid his head on my lap and looked into my eyes.

As I pet his fur, I realized how matted he was. His leg looked as if it was an old injury (perhaps a break) that was never taken care of. His eyes and nose showed signs of aging.

I rubbed his cheeks and told him, “You’re safe here.” He just continued peering into my eyes. I realized how incredible it was that he was so trusting, regardless of the hardships he had clearly been through.

I spent a few hours with him until we found his home. Had we not found his home, my house of two babies would have turned into three. Though I couldn’t make my dinner plans, my Friday night taught me an important lesson: the hurt you feel should never stop you from seeing the light in the world.