The Love That Chained Me Down
A few months ago, I had a dog. He was a sweet friend that graced my life for like thirty seconds and then was gone as quickly as he came. Here’s the story and then allow me to share with you the humble lesson I’ll take from my time with my friend Riggins.
Riggins and I met at Yappy Hour. Yup, that’s right. Yappy. Hour. A friend of mine, the proud owner of a maltese yorkie mix named Bingley, had received a not so anonymous tip regarding an event in the DFW area for dog lovers and owners. Now, this friend of mine and I, we have weekly date nights. I’m not ashamed. Two single girls living in the city, there’s a lot we want to do, places we want to go, and things we want to try. So we’ve instated the buddy system to take on Dallas-Fort Worth. We try new restaurants, scope out local bands and live music, and take frequent chances on things like “Yappy Hour”. So given our spontaneity and thirst for adventure, we were off to Yappy Hour, housed at a local winery and featuring live music, outdoor festivities and poochie punch (it’s fine, let it happen). Bingley even got a homemade dog treat just for tagging alone.
Upon our arrival, we grabbed a drink and a fruit/cheese plate (yup, we are pretty classy) and found an open table outside. I’m just minding my own business, enjoying the music, when a rep from the rescue center interrupts and announces that they have numerous dogs still up for adoption and to be sure to visit their booth. Said rep was of course strategically holding the cutest dog on the planet. Smooth lady. Real smooth. Immediately, my dearly beloved “friend”, recognizing that I was completely smitten, says to me, “Do you want to go over and see them?” As I’m sure you can imagine, my immediate undelayed response was a resounding, “Heck no.” Why in the world would I go over there? I can’t get a puppy, but I will sure as heck want one the second I’m within honing distance. No. I’m going to stay here in my oblivious bubble, pretending like there aren’t cute, ridiculously cute, dogs in need of loving owners.
Being the fantastic friend that she is, my wingman goes without me. Not long into my stint of holding down the fort, I see her talking to the rescue center rep. Then, without any regard for friendship or loyalty, she points to me. Y’all, she brought the rep AND the dog I had affectionately fallen for over to the table. Done. It was over. To make a long story short, I freaking adopted that dog four days later. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I committed. Why not?
So four days later, on my twenty seventh birthday, Riggins and I drove home from the rescue center.