It was December 2006, and I was about to make the best mistake of my life.
Growing up, I was a good kid. Sure, during those nasty teenage years, my parents and I had our moments of hatred but, for the most part, we got along pretty well. I did what my parents told me to do.
During a rough time in college when I hated where I lived and was utterly depressed about it, my parents made the executive decision to get me my own place. I was in heaven. However, there was one rule.
I took this to mean the following:
(SO LONG AS MOM & DAD DON’T KNOW ABOUT IT)
I decided to peruse the Petfinder website one day and stumbled upon an adorable bundle of joy named Wren (likeness pictured below).
She was living in an animal shelter in Aiken, SC and labeled a Chihuahua/Lhasa Apso mix. It was love at first sight. I immediately contacted the shelter and was horrified to learn that my beloved was to be put down in just a few days.
What I should have said: “That’s horrible but I really should think about this decision. It’s a big commitment!”
What I actually said: “I’ll be there tomorrow!”
The next day, I hopped in my car and drove the two hours to the shelter. Wren was to be fixed that morning so they told me she’d be a little loopy at first. I was so excited to meet the adorable little puppy. The shelter employee told me to wait by the car and they would bring her out. The next thing I knew, a beast of a man was bringing me a dog that was three times the size of the puppy I thought I was adopting (likeness pictured below).
I smiled nervously at the worker as he threw Wren into the front seat of my car. I slithered into the driver’s seat and stared at the beast that was nothing like what I had pictured. I had made a big mistake. For a millisecond, I thought about carrying her back inside. My mind changed in an instant, however, when she opened her eyes, looked directly at me, and smiled. I started the car and drove back to Charleston with my new best friend.
The days and weeks that followed were tough. Wren was actually about a year old who had lived in the shelter for months. Breaking her bad habits was the worst part. My parents eventually found out, of course, and saying they were pissed would be the understatement of the century. They didn’t take it out on Wren, though, and she soon became a part of the family; my parents ‘Granddog’.
Wren will be eight years old this December. I can’t believe it. She’s still my best friend. She’s still the best mistake I ever made.
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