My mother is a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Most of the time, I agree with her. However, my lack of ability to write a blog post today seemed bizarre. I think I found the reason tonight.
My 20 year old nephew and his girlfriend have a 16 week old puppy. She’s a beautiful German Shepherd/Border Collie mix. Today, after much fighting, my nephew and his girlfriend broke up and she told him to pack his stuff and leave, making sure to take Lola with him. The place he’s staying doesn’t allow dogs, so Lola is spending the night at our house. It’s the first time she has been here overnight. Usually she is only here a few hours without my nephew or his girlfriend.
However, as the hours have dragged on, I’ve noticed a change in her. She became docile, which is unnatural for her curious puppy attitude. She crawled up on the couch and snuggled against me, not attempting to chew on me or the blanket or anything else. Which is also not like her, since she is teething.
At first, I wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. Was she getting sick? Was she just tired and unsure about where to go to sleep? Then I looked over and saw tears coming from her eyes. She wasn’t making any noises, but it was obvious that the tears had been flowing for a while as her fur was damp with them.
I think she’s depressed. She may be feeling abandoned. I know she misses home. It’s the first time I have ever witnessed a dog cry. I feel bad for her. She had to listen to her humans fight, then she was dropped off here without either of them and as the hours passed, I believe she has begun to wonder if they will ever come back for her. We’re fun to visit, but like a young child facing their first night in a strange house without their mommy or daddy, I believe she is terrified. If she had the ability to talk, would she be begging us to call my nephew to come get her?
The beautiful Lola.