A Lesson From Honey

Today at work I was rubbing my temples while looking over the list of things to do when Glenn, one of the maintenance men walks in with leash in hand and announces that he found a dog lying on a porch of one of our homes for sale. Because of the way my desk is angled I could not even see the dog. Deep breath, not what I need at the moment...or was it.
Glenn takes a seat and proceeds to tell me that it is a Pit Bull. We don't even allow them in our communities because they are considered an aggressive breed.

I think of Pit Bulls as Troy thinks of Manatees....Godless killing machines.

I call animal control. No help, they will not pick up dogs on Saturday's unless they are being aggressive. I was thinking, Hello it's a Pit Bull, isn't that enough??
She then tells me that I have a few options; let it go, take it home until Monday or drop it off at the Salt lake County shelter. All bad for me. I will not turn it loose, I WILL NOT TAKE IT HOME and I really don't want to drive it to the animal shelter...it would have to sit right by me. It could tear up my beautiful, flawless face.

I finally decide to peek over the desk and take a look at my nemesis for the day. What will I have to face?? I slowly peek over the desk and there she is. Staring right at me were the most beautiful golden eyes. Although Glenn told me she was a puppy, he failed to mention that she was a 40+ pound puppy. I slowly walked around the desk and let her smell my hand. I was still hesitant, and than I remembered the only thing that "Jerry McGuire" taught me. Dogs and bees can smell fear.

So I shake it off compose myself and walk out to the car open my door and Glenn puts her in the passenger seat. She looks terrified. She barely can fit sitting on the seat.
I get in the car and she gets right to my face and licks my ear. I start to pet her head and neck as she rests her head on my shoulder. I start to drive and she stays on my shoulder.

We spent a 35 minutes in the car together. I talked to her, she kissed my ear some more and laid her her head to my shoulder several more times. I make it to the shelter alive, in one piece and in love with a Pit Bull.

I check her in and find out that she is 6 months old and her name is Honey. As the attendant radioed for a staff member to come and get a stray dog, I got down on my knees to say goodbye she snuggled into my neck and I hugged her. I got up, got back down and hugged her again. She kissed me several times on the cheek before my new friend and I parted. I watched her go down the hall and I teared up. Oh how I was wrong. So wrong with my snap judgement on what Honey "should" have been like.
I actually wish I could have taken her home.
Thank you Honey.