Trudy the trooper is my pick for Pet of the Week. She was lost, found, almost lost again -- as in soon-to-be euthanasized at an overcrowded shelter -- then found and is living happily ever after.
"Hi, my name is Trudy and I am a border collie/Australian shepherd/mutt mix. I am very smart, calm and affectionate. I love to go for walks and chase squirrels. I also love my squeaky toys. And of course I would never turn down a belly-rub. My dad (Bruce Thaxton of Le Roy) loves me a lot. He tells me that I'm gorgeous. I've got a really good life now, but it wasn't always that way.
I said my name is Trudy. At least that's what my name is now. No one knows my original name. See, my dad adopted me from a local animal shelter. The nice people at that shelter had brought me here all the way from another shelter in Ohio. The people at that shelter had found me wandering with no collar. No one came to look for me either. The shelter in Ohio got filled up and they were about to start putting their dogs to sleep, but I was rescued! Can you imagine someone having to get rid of me? That would be a loss to humanity. Who would follow my dad everywhere he goes?"
The bit about "a loss to humanity" makes me digress from thinking about Pet of the Week. I am reminded of one of my favorite writers, John Donne (1572-1631). He wrote that piece about "for whom the bell tolls," which is not really a poem, rather prose found in "Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation 17."
"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
Now back to gnawing my smoked pig snout.
