Well Darlings I did it!!
In the midst of everything, I made a very serious commitment!! To a 4 pound ball of fluff!
All right Possums let me start from the beginning. 2 months ago my dear, sweet friend Betty’s cat, Tigger, passed away (20 years old the poor little creature was) and after a couple of weeks, Betty was feeling very lost, so I suggested that we go to one of the shelters or adoption programs to find the one kitten that felt that it would belong to Betty.
But try as we might there was nothing! And I have to confess, seeing all those lost little kitties and doggies just broke my heart. There was so much love at these places just waiting to be given a home.
Betty (rightfully) insisted that there had to be a “special connection” otherwise it was not right. I certainly could not argue with that logic and it was dear Betty’s feelings I was considering. While we were having a light lunch someone had left a local newspaper about a shelter accepting applications for volunteers, and that the volunteers would be trained.
Betty called for the hours the shelter was open and then said to me “Let’s go there after lunch, its close by.” So I agreed, hoping that Betty would find the little life that would fill the empty void in her heart (Betty has children but they all live out of state because of their jobs).
So we arrived and I saw that this shelter was accepting applications for volunteers as well as donations. I asked about donations to help out with the animals waiting to be adopted, which they told me about as Betty went to the back area to look among the cats and the kittens. After a few minutes Betty came breathlessly back and said I had to look at this kitten---well there it was, a little thing with deep green-yellow eyes, and it put a paw out to Betty as she approached. Betty then asked me to approach this kitten’s cage and I did but the kitten totally ignored me, its green-yellow eyes completely focused on Betty.
“She’s the one! Oh she’s such a flirt!” Betty exclaimed. I couldn’t agree more, the little thing is beauty, alert, and appeared to have a sharp intellect. She was mostly white with a couple of dark brown spots, longish fur but not too long, and a long fluffy tail that the kitten would hold straight up like a flag. I was happy to see Betty happy.
While Betty was doing the paper work to adopt “Jezebel”, I noticed that I didn’t hear too much barking and asked if they had dogs or puppies waiting to be adopted, the attendant said that they only had a couple at the time, which for them was unusual and that one of them acted vicious, a pit bull that was being trained to fight when they rescued it. They were hoping for a member of a pit bull group to come soon and foster the dog to see if it could become adoptable.
I asked if there were any others and they said they only had one other in, so I took a look and there she was, the smallest, saddest, folornest little creature I had ever seen.
She was a cross between a Pomeranian and Chihuahua with reddish blond hair, not quite as fluffy as a Pom, but tiny. She was curled up on the small bath rug that was provided, I could tell that this was a comedown for her; she looked up at me with eyes that didn’t hold out much hope but not devoid of interest. I went back and asked the attendant what was the history behind the little dog and was told that her elderly owner had died suddenly over a month ago, there were no relatives to take it in as the owner had died alone and had not made any provision for the future care of the little thing, she was three years old, had all it’s shots, in excellent health, house broken and a lovely disposition, but not a good match for a family with active children, which pretty much left the little thing alone since all that was coming in were families with children that was looking for an active family oriented pet.
The Lawyer and executor of the late woman’s will gave specific instructions that the dog was to be adopted and not put to sleep and that there were funds to pay for the board and care of the little thing until it was adopted. I went back and looked at her again and this time she looked at me with more interest, ----dare I? Should I?
Just then a very large and loud man and his wife came in to look at the animals waiting to be adopted; his voice was so loud that I could see the little thing recoil. Looking at the man’s wife she looked like she had been brow beaten over many years.
They were about to look at the little thing and I spoke up and said “I’m sorry but I’m adopting her, I just have to put in the paper work” and quickly went to the attendant and said I’m adopting the little dog. The attendant didn’t waste any time went and brought out the dog and put her into my arms, all the while the loud man was blustering about the dog, but the attendant was firm that I was adopting the dog and that the other one was not up for adoption.
The man continued to be loud until I said “Sir, your life must be very busy with your job and your home life, I suggest that you not adopt any animal that would require a long term commitment, it may not meet your requirements and instead think of installing a pond for Koi, you may find it more satisfying.”
He looked at me dumbfounded but was quiet and taking my courage and working my charm I said “You appear to be a person who loves beautiful, graceful things, yet you need to be free to go and enjoy such beauty as well as attending to business and family which I’m sure make great demands on your time. Having a dog or cat would tie you down, you couldn’t give it the proper attention that a busy person like yourself has to deal with, but a pond to breed and raise beautiful Koi would be perfect for your aesthetic tastes and values and the amount of time and commitment that you could provide.” I was more than surprised that it stopped his bluster, and he began to preen himself muttering something about how busy and important he was.
With further discussion and nudging (on my part and my noticing a smile and a look of relief on his wife’s face) he agreed that something like that would be perfect since he was planning to expand their green house, and a Koi pond would be a perfect addition especially since in the green house it could be enjoyed year around, he could see the value in it and they left in their Mercedes.
Betty and the attendant looked at me with amazed looks and even I could feel myself in shock at having that kind of courage to try that ploy on that man, but Diva’s need to have that kind of courage.
I then realized my decision was the right one when I felt a soft, gentle, wet lick on the side of my cheek, possibly removing some of my make-up. I looked into the now bright eyes and happy face of my little ‘Cinderella’ pooch that proceeded to give me another quick, gentle lick on the tip of my nose, which left me laughing. I looked further at the little thing and realized she needed serious grooming and wondered who would be best for her, not having had this situation before; fortunately the attendant who was putting the paperwork together for our formal adoption was able to give me that information.
It seems that the Lawyer had provided a list of the vet and grooming services that had been working on her, “Well” I said “We are going to have to make you into a little Princess again.” and the attendant said, “How did you know her name was Princess?”
Over the next few days I took her into her vet and her groomer and introduced myself as “Princess’s New Mommy” (Oh that does sound so precious). She’s’ had her full check up and complete grooming from her tiny little head to her tiny little toes. (I know it does sound so Too-Too) and when she came out of the Doggie Beauty Parlor she acted like she knew that all was very right with the world.
So now Betty has her Jezebel who is the perfect fit for Betty, so sweet, and I have Princess; amazingly they get on very well when I take Princess with me to visit my dear friend. Right now in all her preened glory she sits next to me on her own chair and cushion as I write.
I make a regular donation to the shelter where I found my little Diva Darling as well as to the local SPCA. My little princess now goes with me everywhere in her little carryall. I was concerned that my housekeeper Juanita would be upset about my bringing a dog into my newly purchased house but the minute she saw her, soft words of endearments flowed from Juanita’s lips and Princess is very happy with her as well. More than once I’ve spotted them playing catch and Juanita sneaking to her tempting tid-bits. Hmmm, I think I’m going to have to watch Princess’s weight.
Ellen Degeneres and the Iggy situation helped make people aware that there is a lot of love to be adopted at the SPCA and the local animal shelter, but always be sure that it is the right fit for you.
My days are made even more interesting because of this little ball of fluff, she listens to my thoughts and offers her opinions and has the joie de vivre of life, my friends include her in all our adventures, she adores riding in my mustang “Ms. Wicked” and Bill’s Packard. She relaxes when I play the old songs, dances to Dean Martin, loves to curl up in my lap when I watch an old movie and sits right in the middle when my friends come over for hors d’oeuvres, good wine and sparkling conversation, She has become quite the Diva Darling that she deserves to be.
So now my Housekeeper Juanita has gone to join her very large family for Thanksgiving festivities. So I won’t see her for the next 4 days, she has been so excited about seeing her family.
I and Princess are getting together with Bill and Irma and Irma’s sister Iris and Bill and Betty---my goodness two Bills and they are Packard enthusiasts! Just love it! So we are going to have a delightful Thanksgiving dinner at Betty’s home, with other good friends.
All I can say Darlings is that Life for us Divas’ is Good.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving to one and all and Remember Diva’s there is a lot to be Thankful for and to also spread the blessings around to those that are not so fortunate, the Holiday Season is a very hard time to those that are not so lucky as we are.
This Diva signing off thinking of cranberry sauce and stuffing and knowing that she will have to pay for it at the gym. ***sigh****
