A Trip About a Dog

By on 7 December, 2017 in Brandie Johnson, Pets with 1 Comment

Typically, I blog about quaint small towns with delicious pizza or my first trip to a classic tourist destination. But today’s post is a little different. Don’t worry though, there’s still food involved.

My husband, David, and I don’t travel much during the holidays, most of our family members live within a half-hour drive. Our weekend excisions are limited during November and December as we’re usually busy cleaning decorating our house and baking way too many desserts for family gatherings.

Because of our limited travels, I thought I’d share a story about a trip we took approximately 3 years ago.

We had just purchased our house and, if you read my very first post on MML you’ll know, we had a very large backyard that felt a little empty, and a sweet 2 year old dog that was a little lonely. So the search began for a second rescue dog to add to our family. One afternoon a Facebook notification popped up, David had shared a link to a profile on petfinder.com. I clicked it and up popped Sport, a long-legged, floppy-eared hound dog with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. He was located at a rescue, Rescue K-911, in Camp Hill, AL. He was one of roughly 120 dogs housed there.

I told David that I thought the dog he sent was adorable, he told me the dog he sent was ours. He knew it the moment he saw Sport. I suggested we set up a little meet and greet so we could see how our dog Honey interacted with him. After all, she had been the only baby in the house for over a year, I wasn’t sure she would take kindly to a sibling.

David set it up and that following Saturday we set off around 8am. We stopped at the Liberty gas station on Tallassee Highway for some biscuits and gravy (told you there’d be food), their biscuits are top notch, and that comes from a girl that grew up eating homemade biscuits practically every night. Honey sat anxiously in the backseat. Her eyes were a mixture of excitement and fear. Which is fair because a car ride could be we’re going on adventure, or it could mean she’s headed for a visit to, or even a stay at, the vet. About twenty minutes in she began to relax. She bounced back and forth between the back windows we had partially rolled down, sticking her nose out and taking in the smells of the road, got sick in backseat, and then laid down, and smiled at me.

An hour and half later we were at the rescue. We pulled in and saw Sport laying under a large pecan tree. He was thoroughly unimpressed by the three of us. Honey seemed to tolerate him. I still wasn’t sure though. Don’t misunderstand, he was sweet, he let me pet him, I think he even wagged his tail a bit when David spoke to him. But we were looking for a dog that would be a companion to Honey. A dog that would play with her, Sport was barely staying awake during our visit, his large head bobbed as he tried to fight the nap that was clearly calling his name. But again, David was sure. So we paid the modest adoption fee and promised to return for him as soon as our privacy fence was complete.

My mom accompanied me back to Camp Hill a few weekends later to collect the little morose hound. What we found was the happy, goofy dog from the pictures David sent weeks prior. It was as if Sport knew what was up. He had gotten a bath that morning, he had a red bandana on and was wearing the most adorably tiny harness (it was an extra large but he looked like Chris Farley in Tommy Boy).

They took pictures of Sport trying to climb in my lap while I officially signed his adoption papers and rang the adoption bell as I loaded him into the car. Mom talked to him in honeyed tones as we drove away from the rescue, she was worried he’d be upset. We stopped for snacks on the way home. I went into the gas station while mom and Sport stayed in the car. Sport howled as I walked away from the car and didn’t stop until I got back in. I knew then he was my pup. In fact, he’s currently trying to “help” me write this.

Now, I don’t write this so people will get teary eyed and tell their friends about the precious dog loving couple that selflessly rescued a second dog (I mean you can do all of those things if you’d like, I won’t complain). I’m not asking you to adopt a dog, that is a big commitment and I would never encourage someone to “just adopt a dog.” I’m not even suggesting you donate money. I write this because Rescue K-911 houses roughly 120 dogs at any given moment and it’s run by an amazing couple and a group of dedicated volunteers. So, what I’m encouraging you to do is grab a gravy biscuit and head up to Camp Hill one Saturday. Take Rescue K-911 a bag of dog food, they go through a lot of it, and offer to help walk, wash, feed, or just sit with some dogs. If you’re prepared to miss out on that biscuit, you don’t actually have to drive to Camp Hill. Montgomery, Elmore, and Autauga county all have wonderful humane societies that could use volunteers. Dogs not your thing? That’s fine, the humane shelters are full of cats, bunnies, and even the occasional bird.

I’ll leave you with a quote from Betty White “animal people have a certain empathy — this isn’t just me talking now. Research has shown this to be true.” Make Betty proud.

Brandie Bradshaw Johnson is the managing partner of The NewSouth Bookstore in downtown Montgomery. In her downtime she enjoys: reading books, crocheting, cuddling with her two dogs, hanging out with her best friend/husband, David, and watching The Golden Girls.

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  1. Sandra Nickel says:

    Brandie, a book-loving dog lover. Or a dog-loving book lover. Either way, we’re lucky to have you!

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