佚名/Anonymous
After my husband died suddenly from a heart attack on the tennis court, my world crashed around me. My six children were ten, nine, eight, six, three and eighteen months, and I was overwhelmed with the responsibilities of earning a living, caring for the children and just plain keeping my head above the water.
I was fortunate to fnd a wonderful housekeeper to care for the children during the week, but from Friday nights to Monday mornings, the children and I were alone, and frankly I was uneasy. Every creak of the house, every unusual noise, any late-night phone all-all filled me with dread. I felt incredibly alone.
One Friday evening I came home from work to find a big beautiful German shepherd on our doorstep. This wonderful strong animal gave every indication that he in tended to enter the house and make it his home. I, however, was wary. Where did this obviouslywell-cared-for dog come from?Was it safe to let the children play with a strange dog Even though he seemed gentle, he still was powerful and commanded respect. The children took an instant liking to“German”and begged me to let it in. I agreed to let him sleep in the basement until the next day, when we could inquire around the neighborhood for his owner. That night I slept peacefully for the frst time in many weeks.
The following morning we made phone calls and checked lost-and-found ads for Germans owner, but with no results. German, meanwhile, made himself part of the family and good-naturedly put up with hugs, wrestling and playing in the yard. Saturday he was still with us, so again he was allowed to sleep in the basement.
On Sunday I had planned to take the children on a picnic. Since I thought it best to leave German behind in case his owner came by, we drove off without him. When we stopped to get gas at a local station, we were amazed to see German racing to the gas station after us. He not only raced to the car, he leaped onto the hood and put his nose on the wind-shield, looking directly into my eyes. No way was he going to be left behind. So into the station wagon he jumped and settled down in the back for the ride to the picnic. He stayed again Sunday.