Finding Wheeless Wheelie Boy

We weren't able to keep that little Dog out of our minds.

We thought about him when we were awake.

We dreamed about him when we were sleeping.

Remembering the little Dog we'd seen in the illustration the other day.

The illustration in the book that our Girl had been reading us.

We knew we could make a difference for him.

We knew we wanted to help him.

We knew we could provide a loving home for him.

So we hunted and we found him.

He'd been removed from the castaway pile of toys and books 

and placed inside a cluttered room.

A room full of other things waiting for new homes and new people.

He had shyly posed for photographs 

and exposed all the features that might be important 

to someone interested in him. 

To a loving eye

he revealed hints of his handsome proud youth

underneath his obvious current loneliness and his tattered tired self.

Sadly. Forlornly. 

But honestly.

He posed. And he hoped.

We saw his pictures.

And we immediately fell in love with him.

In our eyes, his shabbiness was beautiful.

And his eyes spoke to us with love. 

Love that could not be misunderstood or misinterpreted.

This Wheeless Wheelie Boy was Real. 

And we desperately wanted to make him part of our family.

We went about doing what we needed to do to make that happen.

But we ran into an obstacle, of sorts.

Wheeless Wheelie Boy was in a crowded room, waiting, a long ways away.

He was clear across the Big Pee.