My Happy Tale - by Emmy the Goldendoodle
My Mom says the first time she met me I was entertaining a crowd. Some people say blondes aren’t smart, but let me tell you a secret ---- we are actually smarter than most.
I was holding court that day because I knew there was something really great in it for me. I was putting on my happiest face so everyone would love me and I was dancing like a gypsy because I kind of felt like one.
Something sad happened at my first home and we all agreed that it would be best for me to find another family. It was a very sad time for all of us. I had been bunking with some new buds and I loved them, but it was pretty clear I would only be there until we found someplace else for me.
My new buds were called Golden Retriever Rescue of Atlanta. They told me how sweet and pretty I was and that it would not take long to find someone to love me on a forever kind of basis.
When I saw my Mom, I knew she was the one. I could tell something very sad had happened to her. She was smiling, but she wasn’t dancing. Something sad had happened to me too but I wasn’t going to let on to her the sadness in my heart. I knew it would be smarter to just dance like a gypsy.
When I saw Mom hugging another dog across the crowd, I danced another little happy dance and got her eye again. And then she did the nicest thing ---- She brought me some water!
After that, I had a little talk with my new bud, Foster. That guy was the greatest. He let me stay at his house with him, his family, his pets and some other animals like me that needed a place to bunk. He drove me to the place I met my new mom. And he never even asked me once for rent!
A few days later, Foster said we were going to visit some of my new friends to see who I loved the best. When we got to my new Mom and Dad’s house, I wanted to appear confident so I walked right in, looked around, spied my spot on the sofa and went for it. The way they all looked at me I knew that was gonna be my spot for a long time.
I listened politely while my new Mom and Dad told Foster about losing their only dog, Abbey. They said they lost her very suddenly and the sadness was so hard. Mom had never had human kids so she was really lonely.
I just knew how happy I could make her if she wanted me to live with them. She offered me a little purple bone that made a funny noise and I left it behind on purpose because I needed a good excuse to go back.
Now, that purple bone is one of my favorite toys. It is hard to say it is my favorite toy because I have so many to consider! I get to go for long walks and I have many other dog and human friends to visit. I have four beds! Can you believe it?
Best of all is that I taught my Mom to dance again. We dance just all the time. We dance down the street and we dance around the coffee table and we dance at the dog park and oh just everywhere we go. Sometimes when we dance we are just looking at each other and our hearts do all the work!
The name my Mom gave me to be my very own is Esmeralda after the beautiful dancing gypsy in The Hunchback of Notre Dame. They call me Em or Emmy for short.
The moral of the story is ---- if you ever feel sad because you lost someone, remember to get out there and dance until you find someone to dance with again. You will be so happy you did.
Sarah Quinn Jones