Three years ago today a handsome little pug named Reggie was at a foster home in Mansfield, MA. He was only 7 months old and had been surrendered by his family because he was too energetic and needy for their busy schedules. As I sat on the foster mum's couch, Reggie hopped up beside me and immediately bit my hand in a playful way, as if inviting me to be his new friend. He was the feistiest pug that I had ever met, and it was his incomparable spunk that caused me to become immediately enamored with his squishy face, buggy eyes, and tireless energy.
Reggie was a mere pup and barely knew his name. He didn't look or act like a "Reggie"... it seemed to fall short because it couldn't hold the same enthusiasm and character that he embodied. I decided to name him James Dean because he was the littlest rebel in the rescue and he certainly was handsome, too. He snuggled up on my lap and slept for the entire 2 hour car ride home, and his warm fur felt so soft as it glided through my fingertips.
James Dean was nicknamed JD or Jimmy, which have become the two names that we most often refer to him as. He came into my family's home and turned it upside down with his playful antics. His first night, he kept me awake the entire night - roaming, smelling, rolling in the blankets. We slept for an hour or two at the most, and at first, I had a moment of panic. I had just graduated high school and taking care of JD felt like caring for a baby. He was so innocent and unlearned because he hadn't been trained, so we worked on house breaking and developing a schedule, and soon we fell into one another's patterns and schedules.
On his second night, he slept in a crate. We crated JD for a few months so that he would get used to sleeping at certain hours and learning when to relax for quiet time. He hadn't gone to the bathroom since he arrived, due to his nerves, so he left a messy present in his cage. When I woke up and turned to the crate to let him out, he had little smudges of poop all over his fur. It sounds completely gross and the poor little fellow looked mortified, as though he expected me to yell. Instead, I couldn't help but to laugh. He looked so sweet and confused with his big, brown eyes and his apologetic frown. I scooped him up, gave him his first bath, and after that he never had an accident again because he learned to tell me when he had to go. This memory always makes me laugh, especially when I think of how well behaved and mature he is now.
3 years ago I met a little man who changed my life. He now sits by my side, glancing at me from time to time as he dozes in and out of sleep. I can't help but to feel lucky every time I feel that wet, little nose against my cheek.
We are so glad that you stopped in to read all about JD's anniversary and his first days in my life. How were your first days with new pets? Tell us your stories in our comments box. We would love to read them!
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"Earth laughs in flowers." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
JD wants you all you all to get outside and enjoy the fresh air this weekend. Do any of you have special plans? We'd love to hear all about what you'll be up to during this first weekend of June!
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