So when the lady handed me over it felt kind of weird. There was something very final about it, as though there was no turning back. Of course, at the time I didn’t realize that I would probably never see my brothers and sisters again: I just thought I was on a nice little road trip.

That changed pretty quickly once they took me in their car with them. It was a nice car, quiet inside with big seats, and they were playing nice music. One of them, whom I will call Jay, started to say strange things, like “welcome to your new life,” and “we’re going home now.” That’s when I started to hope what I thought – that they were good people, and that they would look after me, at least for a while. You have to remember, at ten weeks old I’m still quite small.

This kind of talk though made me nervous. I suddenly started thinking of my siblings, left behind now, and very possibly wondering where I was. But even as I thought of them I couldn’t help but marvel at everything that was going on.

Jay said “we’re home, Rusty!” as we pulled into a long, paved driveway. It was a nice house in a nice neighborhood, with lots of tall trees all over the place. He had started to say that word – Rusty – every time he spoke to me. Actually, I found it strange but I played along. Just at that moment I figured I’d figure out what was going on as time went by.

We spent a little time in the back yard (I ate a pebble!), then went inside. Jay and Em steered me toward what they called “your bed”. It was well-stocked with toys and brushes and so on – it was nice. They gave me some food and some water, and I took a bit of a nap, sleeping very lightly.

Speaking of sleeping lightly, that’s what I’m going to do now.



About James McDonall

I believe in laughing, especially at yourself, and as often possible. I believe in "live and let live". I believe that communication is the foundation of all our solutions. I believe that listening is more important than speaking, and that speaking should always serve the cause of listening. View all posts by James McDonall

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