All by ourselves, mask in pocket, wondering, when I look in Zeke’s eyes how I got so lucky he chose me (and from the moment I saw him in the big cage at Bichons and Buddies surrounded by small fluffy white dogs that were the only dogs supposed to be in the shelter where I was a volunteer – he knew I was his).

He’d literally stared at me for minute upon minute, across the room from where I stood, paralyzed, even though there were tons of people wandering around and working, even though there was a lot going on around him with so many dogs barking and jumping – until I finally realized what was happening, slithered into the cage and leashed him up for a walk (my volunteer job) .

He was wearing the too-small harness I’d donated from my beloved dog Hazel I’d missed so much for 2 years, he’d been named “Rocky” – my childhood dog’s name – and his hair looked like mine.

Everyone saw it.

I was terrified.

I felt afraid of making a commitment to him.

It was so clear, and, yet, I was pushing it away, until i didn’t.

So – have you experienced this with a man?

He picks you, and somewhere inside, you know it’s right, but think he’s “wrong” – because you can’t “feel” it – yet. Chemistry and “true love” is a tricky thing.

Sometimes it’s magic, like with Zeke and I – and yet, I STILL couldn’t square it with what I thought “my” dog should look like.

Zeke just looked like a “junkyard dog” to me.

Not cute. Scruffy, Way too big… If you’re stuck on one man, and it’s not feeling good, know there’s MANY Mr. Rights out there.

Love, Rori

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