Twenty years ago I asked my daughter “Why do you need a pet? My daughter was manipulating on every level to get a dog for her upcoming birthday. I grew up with pets and actually disliked most animals due to allergies, fleas , ticks, dog hair and accidents. I wasn’t attached to our pets growing up as they were always my mothers pets. It made me angry when I was a child, as I felt it was just one more distraction in our home, with fighting four other kids for mom’s attention. I didn’t want the responsibility!
All week long the pleas grew longer and louder and I against my better judgement relented and agreed to go to the Flea Market at the state fairgrounds and have a look, but no promises.
Arriving at the flea-market and parking was a pain in the derriere, people were ruthless and upon existing the car the heat hit me like Hades and both of us being redheads we immediately turned bright red and looked for shade. The heat was unbearable. Pulling out water bottles we re-hydrated and planned our course of where to look and get out looking as crowds and I didn’t do well together.
Lucky for us the pets were in the shaded area for potential owners to view and play with, in hopes of a sell. The puppy breeders came from three and four states away. Not to mention the puppies cost an arm and a leg. My daughter and I looked at many breeds, lucky for me I couldn’t afford any of them. My disappointed daughter and I left to get lunch, on way home, at the local favorite “Farmers Market” resturante , shortly thereafter, as I ate BBQ chicken, collards, corn on cob, my daughter sadly played in her food . My beautiful girl wanted a puppy, I told her “Come on , lets go” we drove back to fairgrounds. We raced to the shaded area , there was one breeder left, the heat had got many to leave early and as we walked up we heard foul angry words spoken sharply at the puppy as he was shoved in a cage being called worthless runt, gonna put you down, dont no one want a brown eyed dog.
I instantly cleared my throat and spoke up, “Sir, I will take that worthless dog, how much? The sharp reply was $500, I quickly calculated and knew I didn’t have enough in my checking account. I started bartering with the breeder and got him down to $200, convinced him I was saving him money by taking dog off his hands.
The breeder literally shoved the dog at me before the ink on my worthless check was dry! We ran to the car and gave the dehydrated puppy water rinsing him off, as he was panting from the heat. Both my daughter and I fell in love in an instant as the puppy gazed in our eyes.We both called out the name Dakota. I just wasn’t sure what kind of dog he was, with his big paws. The veterinarian would educate me in a few weeks. Surprise, Surprise……………..Join me for part two, to continue reading Dakota’s Story.