Some people say that watching loved ones reunite at the airport is a happy thing to do. I wouldn’t know. I never go anywhere. Not that I’m complaining or anything, because really, there’s no place I’d rather be than at home on the couch with my family.
But today I learned about another really neat thing to do: Watching families meet their new dogs in a parking lot.
Stuey and I both rode in the trucks driven by the nice guys who help with dog rescue. And as excited as we were to come to Connecticut, it was kind of a delayed reaction for us, since we went to a foster home for a while first. We had to prove that we were awesome before we got adopted.
Today we watched as families waited — some actually jumping up and down with excitement — for their new pets. They had only seen their dogs in pictures, and today was their “gotcha day.”
So fun! My mom took this picture of a little girl named Claire, her mom, and their new best friend, Benji, who came from the South, just like Stuey and me. He got off the truck and immediately licked every face he could reach.
Claire and her family are super lucky, and so is Benji. If you’re ever in a bad mood and need some cheering up, go to the commuter parking lot with the 18-wheeler with pictures of dogs on the outside. Tell Kyle the truck driver that Roxy says hi!