Joy In A Box

As per my last post, things were not great. The orange idiot convinced 70,000,000 us citizens he was 

going to "Make America Great Again" again. *sighs* On top of that, I lost both fur babies. Then my

Dad died. I was not doing great, my friends. The grief was the worst of my life. I gained a ton of weight 

despite NOT eating. It took months for me to eat normally again. I miss Boo. I miss healthy, happy 

Boo. I miss silly, healthy Oswin. I got a new therapist & that went terribly. So I got another one.

 

 

 

I had been leisurely searching through the city pound pages, hoping that I would see "the" dog, but I 

 

realized I was looking for Leela. Another Leela. And I realized that was unrealistic. I had no idea who 

 

Leela was when I got her. She was a tiny, beautiful puppy. Barely old enough to eat solid food. I spent 

 

her first year at home. I trained her. I spent time I just don't have now, with her. Even if I found another 

 

pup, the outcome would not be the same. 

 

So, I kept looking. Hoping one would just drop in my lap & sure enough, not one, but seven did. 

 

 

 

Seven adorable, beautiful babies abandoned on the side of the road in a box. 

 

Seriously, what was I supposed to do?! Clearly, the universe knew I could never choose. So, T plucked 

 

one out of the box, we got the others to the shelter, another found a home before we got them in & that 

 

was that. All were taken to rescues due to the fact that the shelter was at capacity. Everyone found a 

 

a home. There's nothing that will fill you with a sense of urgency quite like seeing a tiny puppy head 

 

pop from a box that is just about to be turned over next to a busy road.  There was literally no thinking 

 

about what came next. We just knew we had to get those puppies somewhere safe. And we did. 

 

 Meet Parker. T named her after a character in the television show "Leverage". She was the runt of the 

 

litter. She weighed in at around 4 lbs. She loved to bite. We even wrote her a song about biting things. I 

 

may have to post it sometime. It was about how much she loved to bite. That was March 1st, 2025. The 

 

vet gave her a clean bill of health and we had another puppy. A wild, crazy, bitey puppy. OMG. Why 

 

did I do this again?! 

 

I forgot what a tiny puppy was like. It had been 17 years almost since I got Leela, and Oswin

 

was already a year old when we got her. Leela was the easiest puppy ever. Nothing like this little brat

 

from a box. Parker was non-food motivated and hated going to bed. The first three months were rough.  

 

The first six months we considered maybe we made a mistake. You know what though? The grief was 

 

gone. The deep grief. I still occasionally tear up & cry hard when I miss my Boo. Leela will always be 

 

my soul dog. Oswin will always be that little buddy. Terminally ill, yet gave her all. She made me laugh

 

every single day she was on this planet. It still haunts me a bit with her. The choice. She seemed so 

 

very alive. Complete renal failure was mere days away and there was nothing more we could do for

 

her, but you'd never have known it, if it weren't for the complete loss of bladder control. Silly girl to 

 

the end. Back to the new kid, though. This scruffy looking nerfherder of a pup.  Superman came out in 

 

July that same year (2025). T and I looked at each other during that first Krypto scene. OMG. It was 

 

the same dog. We had unknowingly found Krypto the superdog in that box.  

 

 

 

 It's been a year and three months now. She's still scruffy looking and a brat, but man, you couldn't have 

 

her for all the money in the world. She's so loving. Such a sweetheart. And so small! 17 lbs. That's it.

 

That's as big as she's going to get. Her non-food motivation turned out to be a medical issue. She has a 

 

chronic pancreas issue. She has to have a special diet and no fun foods. It sort of explains why this 

 

adorable puppies were abandoned in a box. They were probably breeder puppies that the breeder blood 

 

tested once they were of adoption age. Breeders will dump or euthanize puppies with any defects. 

 

Lucky for me, they opted for dumping them. It's a manageable issue, but you can't sell them for 

 

hundreds of dollars if they have issues.  People will sue your ass. I thank the universe every day that we

 

found her.  

 

 

So, Leela loved walks, Oswin loved ball. What does Parker love? Bye-bye rides.

 

The dog loves going places. Seeing things. Rides. Rides anywhere, anytime. 

 

She loves playing gloves. You put on a pair of gloves and she attacks you and tries

 

 pull the glove off. It came about because of her sharp little teeth as a baby and how bitey she was.

 

She loves rope tug. She loves grabbing one end of the rope & being dragged through soft grass. We call 

 

it "Snake in the grass". It's hilarious. She's hilarious. Dogs literally are the best things in the universe.

 

She doesn't howl like the other two did at the Saturday tornado sirens. I still howl. For them. 

 

Maybe one day she'll join me.

 

So yeah, I made it. Through the roughest, worst thing ever. For me anyway. We made it.

 

T & I both. I can't imagine going through anything like this alone. For those who have, I love you. I'm 

 

sorry.  I don't know how you did it. I hope you have joy now. I know I do. 

 

Thank you, Universe. Thanks Leela & Oswin. Thanks, T.  Thanks Parker. I'm glad you are here.