I never really cared for so-called lap dogs. Ankle bitters or little mutts. Just not really my thing. I’ve had one cat for over 10 years now, she’s holding up well, I got another “street” cat right before Katrina. I do love dogs, but I’ve always been a big dog kinda guy. I never thought it fair to the dog to live in an apartment and have him/her trapped in a same space. I grew up as a child with dogs and a big yard. Trust me, dogs like big green yards.
Everything changed after Katrina for all of us really. I was living in a shotgun over off Esplanade, getting ready to purchase my first home when she blew through. So everything changed.
In that first year afterward, life was not like a box of chocolates. Nothing here was sweet. Except Pepper.
Pepper was a Katrina dog. Abandonded and unloved. A friend found him during those desperate early days after evacuation. So he saved Pepper’s life.
Pepper came into my life because said friend health situation got worse and he just couldn’t take care of Pepper anymore. You hear about cancer and it’s effect on people, I paid attention but never really having someone close deal with it, I can now say I really had no clue. Anyway, so friend saves Pepper and in the cycle of life, Pepper saves me.
We all read about the effects pets can have on sick people, on the elderly or the lonely. Im neither sick, elderly or lonely but that damn lil dog sure as hell has saved and is saving my life.
Pepper is that kind of dog. He is 100% Pekingese. Yeah I know, not a real manly dog I guess but I don’t give a shit. If not for this dog, I would have given up. I would have just lost it long ago if I did not have this dog.
I can’t really tell you why I feel this way, but it’s deep in my gut that I know this dog was put in my care to not save him, I mean hell look at him, who wouldn’t take care of this dog? No he came my way to save me.
