It’s way too early but I’m up because I’m so excited to write about the FACEBOOK FLUB HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD.
In my little heart I’ve been flirting (obsessing) with the idea of getting another dog. I feel like Theo needs a lobster of his own species. (Can you imagine how confusing that sentence is for non-Monkeees? We need a Momastery glossary! Yes! Creating that today.) Theo is part of the reason we need another dog, but here is the real reason.
Oh my God – I love having a dog. I love my dog.
I work really hard on love. I study it and dissect it and try to understand all its complexity and beauty and pain. Love, however it’s done, is serious business. It’s hard work and can be completely confounding because people are involved. And people are beautiful and mysterious and broken and unpredictable and demanding. But Theo is simple. And so loving him is simple.
I have so much love to give, but sometimes it’s hard to love my husband, because he’s a person and has needs and expectations. And often it’s hard to love on my kids because they, especially right now, are kind of rough. The girls are fighting constantly, nasty to each other, really, and Chase is starting to duck my affection. All is unfolding as it does and should, I know, but it’s sure as heck not a snuggle-fest over here these days.
But Theo. I can always love him. He is there waiting to receive my love and accept it and appreciate it. He doesn’t want anything complicated from me. I do not need to figure him out. I don’t have to be great or funny or particularly patient or even smile. Someone who loves you even if you won’t smile is a keeper. At night in bed, I curl up on my side and he makes his body into a perfect circle in the crook of my leg, right behind my knee. So there’s just this little bit of pressure on the back of my legs that is his presence. That pressure in the night and my morning coffee are two of my most sacred daily joys.
I’ve been traveling a lot to do speaking engagements (so terrifying and brutiful), and when the book comes out I’ll be traveling A LOT more. I’ll be MEETING and hugging you. I can’t stand it. Can we talk about that? How are we going to do book signings? I mean, we KNOW I can’t just sit behind a table and make small talk and sign my name and say NEXT. Should we have no table? Should we not sign and just hug and laugh and cry? I know I’m going to have something for YOU to sign because I want to hang all of your names, handwritten by you, on my wall. Gotta figure all that out.
Anyway, so far my Sister has come with me to everything. Lugging her precious cargo, Bobby. But I know that she’s not ALWAYS going to be able to come. And I want a Melton to bring with me. But none of the current Meltons, because, well, just NO. It needs to be a Melton dog. Because when I go do these nerve wracking things, no matter how hard I try not to, I’m always worried about being good enough and wondering if people like me enough. So I need the simple love of a dog to return to each evening. I think I’m going to need that grounding during the tornado I’m about to get picked up into- like Dorothy into Oz. LIKE DOROTHY!! SHE HAD TOTO!! SEEEEE!!!! I just thought of that. So it’s not ridiculous!! Anyway, the folks who live with me won’t let me take Theo, not in a million years. So I want my own little monkee. One who will travel this scary sacred upcoming road with me. One who will greet me with the same love whether I knock a speech out of the park or blow it big. If I have to go out into the big, brutiful world, I’m taking a dog.
I found the Naples Humane Society yesterday. I convinced Craig that we should just “go look.” Right. But to be fair, sometimes we do just go love on the shelter doggies without planning to bring one home. It’s one of my favorite things to do with the kids – fun for them and good for the dogs to get some loving. So we went and looked and played with several gorgeous mutts. But there was one, one lovie I kept coming back to because she was so little, and so terrified. She wasn’t barking, she was crying, whimpering, with her tail between her legs, looking up at us with huge brown eyes. Amma cried because she was crying. So I asked the kind shelter volunteers if we could play with her. We took her in a room and she didn’t play. She didn’t know how. She was terrified. She kept running to the door, trying to get away from us. But then when she’d realize there was no escape, she’d run back to me, look directly into my eyes and sit still for a moment. Just a moment. And in the height of her fear, in that moment, she’d let the kids circle around close and touch her and she didn’t snap at them. She let them touch her. I think she’s a gentle soul.
We left. Amma bawled, like she does every time we leave a shelter. Craig said absolutely not, to bringing home little monkee. The shelter folks said she’d just arrived several hours prior from Puerto Rico and they knew nothing about her. Craig thought she was too much of a wild card. I’m not so sure.
I kinda dig Puerto Rican Wild Cards.
When I got home I posted her picture on facebook with this update:
“This is the one I want. She just came from Puerto Rico TODAY. She was so scared, she was shaking. Can you imagine? I mean she doesn’t even speak ENGLISH. Poor baby. I’m working on Craig.”
And then. All hell broke loose.
Immediately, my inboxes become FLOODED. Flooded with – I started realizing with mounting horror – emails from adoptive mamas who could NOT BELIEVE I’d posted a picture of a terrified orphan girl and used such insensitive language to describe her. One email said – you talked about her like she was a dog!
And then I looked at the picture again. And I read my post again. And all of a sudden I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because I realized they thought I was TALKING ABOUT AMMA. THEY THOUGHT AMMA WAS THE TERRIFIED NON ENGLISH SPEAKING PUERTO RICAN ORPHAN (LOOK AT HER DRESS!) AND THAT I WAS TRYING TO ADOPT HER!
They were rightfully SHOCKED, the adoption community. After all we’d been through together!!! They thought I understood how one talks about and how one DOES NOT talk about adoption!! Like the t-shirt says, irony is not just the opposite of wrinkly. For the record, I don’t think they were being overly sensitive. I am not one who is in a position to call anyone overly sensitive. Pot/kettle/black.
I think it might have been the “She doesn’t even speak English” part that threw people. It was sort of a joke about the immigrant doggy, but not totally a joke. I think it must be terrifying, to be a pup and be transported to such a different place, smelling such different smells and hearing such different languages. I mean, Theo speaks English. Whatever. You know what I mean, right?
You guys. What unfolded next on facebook was nothing short of completely hysterical. Just go read the aftermath – some of the hundreds of posts from confused/mad/peeing in their pants monkees trying to make sense of the beautiful mess I’d made. Samples:
Katherine Ray – I can’t decide if it’s funnier that you got pounded for “insensitivity” or that people think that Puerto Rican orphans get shipped to Florida for the local population to visit at will.
AND
Holly Forseth – What’s funny to me is that I’m sitting here refreshing every second just so I can follow this conversation. I just can’t quit! I have to know. Does Amma get to stay? Will the little Puerto Rican pup be living in high-condo style? Do I have to wait a whole week for the next episode?
For a couple hours last night, it was like being at a high school sleepover in our jammies with everyone laughing so hard they couldn’t speak and everybody holding hands to steady each other. It was phenomenal. And I kept thinking about how cool it is that when we let ourselves get heavy, to feel the weight of it all, God quickly follows behind us and, at least for a long glorious moment, blows the heaviness right off our backs.
You are aware that Puerto Ricans are U.S. citizens, and not immigrants…yes…?
This is hysterical! I never even considered someone would think you were referring to the human in the picture. Ahahahaha! That has made my night. I thought the joke about the dog not speaking English was pretty clever (and also somewhat true).
I have Lyme Disease, and it sucks. Right now I am lying on the couch feeling pretty lousy while my husband and babies laugh up the stairs I just cannot climb right now. But, but, but…this post and thr fb conversation made me laugh so hard I had tears rolling down my cheeks. Thank you so much for being a very bright spot in a very hard day. And actually, thank you for being an honest, beautiful spot in a lot of hard days.
Oh my goodness that is too funny! You will have to set ground rules before you get the puppy though. As in you will not force me to leave the dog home. Dog goes with mom, no exceptions!
I love coming to your blog. It is refreshing to hear from people who are not perfect. I am so not perfect, nor will I ever be. Hugs to you in case I don’t see you on the book tour.
Okay, but it’s not an “international” doggy…Puerto Rico is part of the U.S. Just sayin’.
I love your blog. Anyway, I just wish you didn’t feel you have to apologize when you write things that are TRUE for YOU and you’re worried (or perhaps you get feedback) that other people won’t like it. Apologizing for swear words. Apologizing because you are “too heavy” at times. You should just unapologetically (sp) be yourself, your beautiful, compassionate, deeply feeling, occasionally swearing self.
I hear you. I’m not going to apologize for apologizing too much. But I’ll work on it.
A start!
LOVE,
G
Like!
I suggest that you’ll have to talk at your book stops, even if just for a little while; we want to get to hear your actual voice. And you’ll have to do a standing-in-line thing because that’s the only way the shy quiet monkees (of which I am.not.one) will get a chance to talk to you and hug you. So maybe a big party afterwards … somewhere everybody, including you and even without you, can get to know each other.
I also could get all over the idea of a Monkee cruise, as somebody suggested!
We’re all so excited!
This really made me smile this AM. I am an adoptive parent, and we can be Mama Bears with a capital MB. Hope to meet you on your big tour. Come to NC.
Glennon, Hysterical flub. Made me smile!
A bit of unsolicited advice about signings…Never worry about whether they liked you afterwards. They loved you. Why else would they weather the line?
And…don’t do one in Costco. I don’t care what your publicist says. Costco/Sam’s Club/grocery store signings will cause you to wonder whether you matter more than the free strawberry shortcake samples regardless of how good the book is!
I’ve made this mistake and it took an entire tribe of loved ones to help me shake it off.
Just found you, recently. Love your message. Could have really used it three or so years ago. Perhaps we’ll cross paths in the world of speakers soon!
As an adoptive mom, I really laughed out loud. We are MAMA BEAR types, most of us, and sometimes take things pretty darn seriously – for good reason! Thanks for making me smile on this day. I love your raw and real self. Hope you get your travel buddy soon and head my way.
That is certainly a good way to lighten up the mood around here. Hilarious
Glennon, I seriously love you! I have moments like this ALL the time, except for half the time I’m the one who got things way wrong, but either way I end up laughing so hard I snort and cry.
By the way, welcome to SW Florida! I am a born and raised Fort Myers girl, but my hot and sexy husband and his Navy NFO job (think Goose from top gun) has us living all kinds of crazy places these days. I’m going to be in town for two weeks in about two weeks for my high school reunion (agh!) and some family time though. If you want to meet up with a local monkee, shoot me an email! It would be so fun!
Only you. Thats hilarious.
I once posted what I thought was a light-hearted acknowledgment of the awkwardness of adolescent hormones in my son with severe autism to my local “autism parents” listserve and spent the next several weeks responding to parents outraged and worried for me and for my son. Seems like when we start peeling an onion, it’s hard to stop. Glad you’re seeing this in the proper perspective.
Puertorican wild card right here! You can adopt me Glennon! Btw, that’s hilarious… I’ve learned that Facebook is just one big melting pot of misunderstandings and crap! I hope you get that doggy!
This post made me think of this video.
http://youtu.be/H17edn_RZoY
Book signing? I think we need a way to connect to each other as well as you. You’re a genius. Maybe you can think of a way
Glennon- I still think you should have a huge Monkee retreat to open the book tour where monkee’s can hang out and meet each other and talk monkey things and do monkey stuff. There would be time to meet each other and you!!! Monkee’s from all over could carpool to the weekend. The ripples of such a powerful weekend would be felt world wide, I am most certain. I am still willing to plan it!!
Like a Monkee CRUISE!
Hell to the YES!
LOVE the retreat idea!!! LOVE a conference idea!!! Where do I sign up. Comment above is so dead on – Monkees wanna meet you, and have the opportunity to connect with other Monkees in person. Whoop. Can you imagine what’ll happen when Monkees converge in one place. Ooooooooorrrr… A GIANT SLUMBER PARTY!!!! (Ok, kidding. But only a little bit. Or a lot of everyone else thinks I’m wacko. Ok, nevermind, I’ll own it, I’m not kidding AT ALL!!!!!!
!Ay caramba indeed! I was helpless with laughter reading the trainwreck of comments and misunderstandings that all worked for the greater good. I feel cleansed.
And for the book signings? Hugs are a given, but I think we need a CONGA LINE of Monkees.
oy–cheeks hurt. AND such timing b/c I introduced 2 NEW monkees to you last night and one is a ginormous doggy lover–her home is always filled with foster pups. So I know she’ll appreciate this intro post
loved the silliness that was spawned from that photo. idea for book signing make a tree and have your monkee visitors sign leaves
First of all…the FB fallout from your post was like a ginormous game of telephone at a slumber party!
Your new puppy…cuz we all know you are going to bring her home…should be named Mona, which is Spanish for a girl monkey, so you can show her that you are honoring where she comes from while you are giving her a new life as Chief Monkey of Love and Snuggles.
As for the book signings, yes hugs and chat and coffee…and Mona.
I’m a Mona! I had no idea–after almost 60 years–no idea–that my name meant monkey. Oh I hope no one in my family reads this. I will never, ever live it down and I’ll be stuck with a new nickname.
I’ve always loved nicknames, but I don’t want to end my life being called Monkey or Grandma Monkey. 
No offense Glennon. Monkee-good, monkey, not so good. 
(And I’m just kidding about this!)
When is the book release again?? Was just wondering that yesterday ~ will it be out for holiday gifts? Please pretty please??? And since you are fond of warm, non-lymey places, can the Valley of the Sun (AZ) please be a stop????!?!?
Ditto on an AZ stop!
Loved the whole thing from beginning to end!! I laughed so hard!! This is why I love this amazing place you have created. You make me laugh until I almost pee my pants with one post/blog and then turn around and challenge me to be a better person and have me in tears in the next.
Oh and an idea about the signing thing you want us Monkees to sign at book signings: bring a journal for each new place or city and have us sign. You can then either just keep them as is or unbind the book and photo collage the pages together (granted that could get rather big, lol). Just a thought
Love the idea about not a traditional book signing too!
And one last thing, I vote for the “wild card”! You should show Craig all of the votes for the new puppy…….kinda like a petition! LOL
Please do the glossary! I still can’t translate lobster?
Thanks! And the dog thing- hilarious!
Hey Katie – G calls Sister her “lobster” because they are together for life…check out Phoebe’s interpretation on Friends…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WViFQiRgs0
Someone with more Spanish should weigh in, but I think that sweet pup’s name is Monita (little monkey).
Monita would be correct. I love it!
My friend told me about your blog and I just started reading. Pretty sure I have found my blogging soulmate. You are hysterical.
So I will admit, I totally thought you meant the dog- yes, it was the english comment. But then I looked closer, and looked at your previous post about the animal shelter and it all made sense…. but I wondered if anyone else was confused too- I guess now I know my answer. I laughed until I cried at some of the comments and then, because it was one of THOSE days, I re-read them and laughed some more.
ps.. I hope you get that dog, and teach him some english
LOVE!
I agree that a typical book signing wouldn’t be your style. Maybe a less formal meet-and-greet with refreshments would suit you better?
Momastery glossary…yes, please. Just recently started reading and I don’t know what you mean by Lobster. Or what a Monkee is. Just sayin’.
Not sure if I am correct but I think the lobster usage comes from a “Friends” episode in which Phoebe declares that Rachael is Ross’ lobster because they mate for life.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WViFQiRgs0
I missed out on the fb fun but this is hilarious! I’m happy for you that you got those hours of entertainment-they were much deserved.
That’s some funny stuff.
I gotta say, last week we brought home a shelter dog after being dogless for years. She’s nothing short of MAGIC!
G – long time reader first time commenter. Alls I wanted to say was, yes on the just hugging at your book signing and also that the facebook shenanigans and ensuing hilarity is my favorite thing right now. So so so good.
People are awesome. Furreals.
love you!
~Rachel
welcome, Rachel
That is really funny but the more important question is when is the sweet little one coming home? Have you worn your husband down yet?
I’ll admit that when I saw your post on FB for a *minute* I thought you were talking about adopting a little girl. You have talked about how you long for another child. But after that minute, I looked at the pic and saw the dog and looked at the little girl and said “Wait! That’s Glennon’s daughter. She’s talking about the dog.”
I never got into any judgement about whether it was good, bad, or indifferent of you to want to adopt a little girl from PR. Actually, I think you have pretty good judgement and would be doing it all the right way.
Your blog post today is touching home today. I love dogs. No, that’s not right. I ***LOVE*** DOGS. Really really LOVE THEM. I have to meet every dog I see. It’s a compulsion I’ve had my entire life.
Right now, we are at the end of life for our dog, Nikki. She’s 12.5 – 88 in human years and she is in great pain from arthritis. She can’t do the things she loves (running) and she isn’t even interested in eating. We know it’s the end and we are as ready as we’ll ever be to help end her suffering. Unfortunately, Isaac blew in this week and our vets – both our regular vet and our holistic vet – are closed. We could take her to an emergency place but that also seems wrong – to end her life in a strange place, with strange people who don’t care about her the way her vets do. It’s adding to the frustrating of the storm that I can’t help my friend.
Thanks for a great post and a little chuckle. I needed that.
Sending love to your family and to Nikki today. I hope you all can find peace for each other soon.
My heart is breaking for you and your family. Sending thoughts and prayers to you all. Saying goodbye to our furry children is so hard. I am not sure if you have read it before or not but there is a great poem called the Rainbow Bridge. The Rainbow Bridge describes how our pets are waiting to be reunited to us one day. I cry everytime I read it but it also gives me some peace (in the last year we have lost both of our furry children).
Here is a link to the poem:
http://rainbowsbridge.com/poem.htm
I am sitting in a Starbucks studying very serious math things for a very serious test on Tuesday. I even wore my glasses and headphones so everyone will know I am VERY. SERIOUS. and then I took a break and read blogs and now I have to literally bite my lips shut so I don’t BURST out with hysterical laughter and look like an insane person. which I probably do anyway considering I am now basically eating my mouth. “I’m working on Craig.” I feel like I’m going to fall on the floor. love it and love you!
I’m with you – I was literally laughing out loud!
I saw the FB post and picture, but didn’t think twice about it – just figured she was talking about the puppy. Never even thought to read the comments. HILARIOUS!
I’m sorry you had to experience the “wrath” of people who thought otherwise (but seriously, who would think you’re talking about a girl when there’s a dog in the picture?!)…but it made for a fabulously funny post!
This is so perfect. So funny, so poignant, so deep all rolled into one. This is why I love this place.
Love it!
This Puerto Rican lady (and my two rescue pups) give that “wild card” a thumbs up! We love her already. Simple, sweet, love!
Hope she is yours soon!
Glennon? I know that this place I live in is so very little and so very not anything. But please come and let me hug you? Have you ever read a book by Angie Smith called, “What Women Fear?” it is so brutiful and raw and it is shredding me from the inside out… Why? because this woman is me. The terror of just being in this world where people get angry about things they misunderstand and they yell at me… and this universe where even my “best behavior” gets me judged harshly. I love this book and when I started reading it….I thought of you too. Because she makes me think of you too. I don’t want your signature Glennon… I want to hug you and look at you and laugh and cry with you… I know that where I am has never been a destination for anyone… heck it wasn’t even really my destination it just turned out to be my place but please, Glennon… come and let me love on you…
love this!
get the dog
and Spanish (or Puerto Rican) for Wild Card is probaby the word for Jester or “bufon” 
Oooh…just thought of another Oz reference…even the scary flying monkeys loved Dorothy and revealed their gentle natures at the end of the movies…monkees, monkees, everywhere
*movie*
You are terrific. And you should remember, when you bring your Toto-monkee to book signings, that when Dorothy was in Oz, she was surrounded by familiar loved ones who she just KNEW she had met before – that would be all of the monkees
Familiar people who love you and can’t wait to see you in Oz. 
So glad Amma gets to stay.
I don’t know what I love more – the hilarity that is the Puerto Rico
Wild Card statement, your raw emotion, or how completely relatable
You are on so many levels for me!
I love it! And you. This is such a wonderful
Place. Xo monkees.
When we adopted a second dog last winter during the worst possible time (husband in grad school and working full time, already crazed with three boys and the gigantic hairy angel with fur we adopted after our move) I was seriously questioning my judgement and slamming myself as an impulse shopper of canines. Then a very wise friend said to me, “What if you looked at it as just a decision to welcome more unconditional love into your life?” I was sold. That sounds like EXACTLY your reasoning, and it’s wise for you to think ahead about what your needs are going to be in the months ahead. Will her name be Monkelita? I’m pretty sure “Amma” is already taken. I’m dying to know.
About the book signing. Last year I went to a workshop with Brene Brown with several hundred other people. Similar to you, she has lots of people who adore her and because of her vulnerability, warmth and accessibility, I’m pretty sure every one of the two hundred people who bought her book wanted to tell her how much her work had changed their lives. Sound familiar? The thing is, it just worked. Her fans are a loving, generous sort and they got how many other people were there waiting. As for her? She introduced herself to everyone at the table (as if we hadn’t just spent two days listening to her!) and somehow found a moment to connect. I myself *might* have gushed “I completely worship you” — about which she was very gracious. It will all work out in perfect Monkee fashion. I just know it!
I’ll read the last line of your post at least a dozen times more today. Beautifully put.
I adore your writing. Love oozes from it. And I agree about doggies. Mine bring me joy, every. single. day. What a great idea to bring one on your speaking tour! I’ll have to look for info about your book. I’m pretty new here. Thanks for the smile.
Katie!!! I am so super excited that you are here!!! I am so glad! You’re a Monkee!! Welcome and we can. not. wait… to love on you!!!!
Hahaha G,
i almost got sucked into that vortex…then i realized the dog the dog stupid..she’s talking about the dog…which i then thought was pretty funny,but I never checked back in, to to see the mass hysteria/confusion…. glad it all worked out..
I feel the reason I didn’t think you were talking about Amma is because I recognized her. So no judgment for the Monkees who were a bit confused!!!
I watched it all unfold on FB and thought it was hilarious, but this entry made me laugh all over again, even harder! I am a “dog person” too, and LOVE the way you described the unconditional love a dog brings. My kids are getting older and not as receptive to the hugs, kisses and cuddles, but my Rudy (a lab/Bassett hound cross, 10 years old) loves to sit on my lap, or spoon me in bed – he always knows when I need him, if I cry he is right beside me…kind of reminds me of God’s love, always right there. Get the Spanish speaking dog – he needs to love someone! Thanks for being you and allowing all of us to watch your family through your living room window (not literally, I live in Canada).
I think we all needed a good giggle after all of the tears….isn’t that awesome how that works? Xoxo
That whole thing was just ridiculously hilarious. I kept just going back and laughing…
Thinking about the dogs previous owners – did they drop her off or is she just lost?
Poor little thing. I hope those moments of love from you are something she is carrying with her today <3
*dog’s (blame it on the iPad )
OK, I know she must have been dropped off for them to know where she is from but I still find myself wondering about her backstory. Were the people who dropped her off her owners who couldn’t have a dog in their new apartment and are heartbroken to leave her? How did she get from Puerto Rico to FL? If you get her, you need to start her own blog on the side!
That facebook conversation last night was EXACTLY what I needed. I laughed so hard! Like June said, I was super proud of myself for knowing you were talking about the dog. I recognized Amma right away from previous pictures, which made me feel like we were best buds and OF COURSE I know what your daughter looks like. I love that I consider you a friend even though we’ve never met. You’re awesome. And go get that doggie! You need each other. What is is they say? “It easier to ask for forgiveness than permission?” Craig will get over it.
G- It is amazing isn’t it. It is also amazing how our perspective can be so filtered depending on what we are warrioring through in our lives. Many could see what you were saying. The picture was right there. I got the “She doesn’t even speak ENGLISH” and quite frankly I thought it was priceless. Great comedic timing! However, it all goes to show us that although we might all be looking at the same picture, literally the SAME one, we all have different views of seeing the issues within that picture. It is the information that makes up that picture. Much like the information about our lives and its brutifulness that we don’t always share with others. Then when something like this happens it gets all blown out and haphazard because we are so different, yet so alike. Then we we do bring it back together and realize that ‘alikeness’, it makes us laugh, and cry, and feel so bad for the judging. I am so thankful for this place and I have used the phrase “Warrior on Momma” to lots of mommas who I will never see again, but needed the step up from one momma to another. And for the record, I think your book signing should include a ginormous coffee bar with plush couches for all of us to sit on, while we are all in our favorite jammies! Can you make that happen?
Exactly!!!
As I watched it unfold on Facebook I couldn’t help but laugh myself silly. OMG people!!!! Funniest thing ever!!! Oh, and I started a glossary of terms yesterday on my own blog! bahahahaha!!!
I dreamed of stray dogs and cats last night after laughing hysterically at your post. I am pretty sure I have never dreamed of animals before!
Last night was hysterical! I loved it, and needed such an awesome distraction. Ironically enough, we brought home a 10 week old yorkie yesterday, so I was up several times with the new puppy, checking this story on facebook. I once read a quote that says “Dogs are the only creatures on earth that love you more than they love themselves.” Brutiful.
Glennon please tell your husband that those Amma the Sato, would and is more of a hit than a miss. My parents have two satos in their home and they love her to death. They are more obedient because they are looking for someone to love them. Imagine that if she was rescued from Puerto Rico, she probably had no home, no where to sleep or eat . Whoever rescued her and sent her to the states, knew that people there are willing to accept dogs and cats as part of the family. There are many folks in Puerto Rico who have dogs and just tie them up on chains all day or put them out in the street when they no longer want them. These animals are left to fend for themselves with no one to take care of them. There is a movie call 100,000 depicting the hard life of a sato. Here is the link http://www.100000movie.com/FAQ_FGOC.html . Besides having a bilingual dog is the best. You and the family can learn Spanish and Amma can learn English. Whatever you decided to do, whether it is taking a chance with Amma or another dog, a pet in a family is a blessing.
Lucy, brace yourself for a chuckle, and don’t be embarrassed, but Amma is her daughter. The dog has no name … yet. So cute!
Lucy
Reading your comments, I’d bet you’ve never visited Puerto Rico. There are a lot of dog-loving people living there, who treat their dogs like they were a member of their family and who, to use your own words “are willing to accept dogs as part of the family”. I find that there is a lot of animal abuse here in the states as well. It would be best if people spoke without making unfounded generalizations.
Also, the dog is not an immigrant. Puerto ricans are american citizens, and the majority of the population is bilingual. Just saying!
Thanks Lucy. Just another snob from Naples. Her and Hampton–two winners (sarcasm!).
Sorry, meant Thanks Kayra!
I am just so proud of myself that when I saw your post yesterday that this did not totally go over my head and I figured out that you were not talking about the little girl (your daughter) but about the dog! Go June! You are a smart girl!