Gettin' Lucky

Yesterday I thought this would never happen -- Jacob

At least twice a month for the past year, we have driven down a road here in Tijuana commonly dubbed “Puppy Row,” where the “puppy pushers” dot the sidewalk every Sunday. We would drive slowly down the right lane of the street, oohing and aahing over the adorable puppy faces. No two trips were ever the same, as the puppy merchandise varied by breed and number every single drive. 

Somehow we resisted temptation each Sunday by the sheer reluctance to buy a puppy off the street, but we were not completely immune to the big, brown eyes beckoning to us as the vendors held them up, thrusting them towards our car, much like the monkey did to Simba in the Lion King. 

In the end, though, this story really has nothing to do with Puppy Row, except perhaps that all those little wet noses finally got the better of us.

Last week, Chris was blissfully walking to the kitchenette for an afternoon cup of coffee, when a coworker ambushed him with this picture.

This darling little guy needed a home. He needed a family. And Chris needed to talk to me.

He had me at FREE.

Meet Lucky. He grew up hard and fast on the streets, begging for every meal and charming people for shelter. The vet estimates him to be about five months old. He’s playful, sweet and gentle with the littlest guy. He’s exactly what we wanted in a puppy. We are so lucky.

And now after four days and several trips to the puppy store, we would like to announce that we have joined the elite ranks of Foreign Service Pet Owner. Now we just have to figure out how to get our new baby to our next post.