Member-only story
The Night My Dog Saved My Life
I was just starting the second trimester of my first pregnancy and had emerged from the bathroom into daylight. Even with the morning sickness I still decided a puppy was what I needed. John agreed to go with me to the pound which was not very far from where we lived in South San Francisco. As we walked around the pound I felt heartbroken to see all the unwanted dogs.
Finally I spotted a little cream colored puppy huddled in the corner of a cage. There were two other big dogs in that cage with him. I knew he needed some TLC which fulfilled those nurturing feelings aroused in me while I was awaiting the birth of my baby. John and I walked out of the pound that summer day with our precious little puppy. He was just two months old and little did I know the impact that little pound puppy would have on my life!
Our apartment was small so this little guy was just the right size. the fact that he was a mix of Labrador and some unknown breed meant nothing to me. Before we reached our apartment I had named the puppy Caesar. I had plenty of time to spoil Caesar which, in my view, turned out not to be fair for him.
John and I always ate breakfast late because he worked the night shift. John was from Texas and liked homemade biscuits, fresh side pork, and milk gravy for breakfast. Many pans of gravy were thrown in the garbage until I mastered the art…
