On Sunday, Salvador and I drove the furthest we have ever driven in Mexico just to get her–to San Juan del Rio, Queretaro. I found her on Facebook–a post by a dog rescue called Save a Mexican Mutt. I have been following them since August or so. A few weeks ago, my little girl started appearing in photos and her big, sad eyes grabbed me. They reminded me of Max, my childhood dog–a big, strong, loving, goofball boxer.
Her story also grabbed me–it was the story of many dogs I see here in Mexico. She was made to live outdoors, starved, given very little care and very little love. There is much I love about living in Mexico, but the general treatment of animals is not one of those things, nor is it one I will ever become used to. Her sad eyes and her sad story were too much for me.
And then there was her rescue name: Mama Dog. As many readers know, Mama is the name I gave to a neighbor’s dog, whom they neglect. She is another love in my life right now. Somehow the eyes, the story, and the name made everything feel right.
I am so very glad that everything did come together and make it all feel right. My little girl–whom we have renamed Georgia–is amazing. She is calm and gentle. She seems to understand what we want from her without us needing to instruct her. Sunday night, as we climbed into bed, Georgia went right to the blanket we had placed in the floor for her and slept the night through. She comes to us frequently for love, but doesn’t get demanding when we are busy. The first day I left her alone while we worked, we decided to take a risk and give her full run of the house and backyard; I returned home to a perfect house and an eager dog.
While she fills my heart with love, she can also break it, too. There are signs of her former life, and they may never go away. When Salvador tried to pet her with his foot, she cringed, shook, and whimpered. Sal teared up at the fear she felt and the guilt he felt for doing something that scared her. I teared up knowing how often and how hard she must have been kicked by someone in her life to have had such a reaction. In moments like that, I am so thankful to have the chance to love her and to know that I am giving her something better that what she knew.
For those who are wanting to learn more about the rescue, please check out Save a Mexican Mutt. And if you would like to help, but cannot open your home to a rescue animal, consider volunteering for the Pet Adoption Highway; this is a group which is creating a transportation network for getting rescue dogs to their forever homes, no matter the distance.