WHAT GOES AROUND……
WE LEFT YOU HANGING AFTER READING THE LETTER!!!
The following letter that arrived at WCHS tells that part of the tale and creates another chapter in a circle of happiness that followed:
“I am still sitting here with my jaw to the floor. Your recent newsletter, our first, brought joy and peace to my heart. We recently adopted two kittens from Washington County Humane Society after the loss of our 16-year-old cat, Bailey. Due to this recent adoption, we had been added to the WCHS mailing list. Lo and behold, our first mailing brought a tearfully happy moment. STAY TUNED! If you remember part 1 of “The Gold-Digging Blonde,” stay tuned for Part 2.
My husband and I bought this curly Kramer and fell in love. She rode in my lap all the way home to Cedarburg. She drew much attention because of her curls. In December of that year, we brought home a baby boy.…… Kramer did not like the intrusion. She put up with him but didn’t understand and growled a bit. Once our son began walking, pulling and tugging, she began snapping at him (I probably would too in her position), and it was a habit we seemed unable to break. When our son was 4 months old, we discovered we were expecting triplets. It became clear that we would be unable to adapt Kramer to such a frantic situation. We were having trouble with it ourselves!
A single young man who worked for my husband anxiously took Kramer as his own. We were happy we were able to find her a happy home where she would be the center of attention. We kept her for him on two occasions, and she was overweight, but she seemed happy. She was a very good girl, but she still had problems with young children – especially four of them. We were later asked to take her back but could not – for the same reason. We never knew that she had then been turned over to the humane society.
We are not a family that gives up animals – we love them. We have a golden retriever now which grew up with the children, not before. There are several good lessons in this story. We need to be aware of our situations before making quick decisions about the purchase of pets. Also, I had always been afraid of turning an animal over to the humane society, yet it has served me well. It has served Kramer very well too…. better than we were able to.
Most of all, I am happy for Kramer. She was always a good dog, and I am thankful for your services. I am also thankful to those who adopted her, and I will keep my newsletter forever. You have once again turned a terrible dilemma into a Cinderella’s dream. God bless you all!”
Phone calls were exchanged, and it was confirmed that Kramer was indeed the dog that her first family had to give up. Well, after all, what are the odds that there would be two curly-haired Goldens named Kramer in the same county?
Well, Grumpy ol’ Bob then set out to break the rules a bit and try to set up a reunion. This would surely be great fun! One barrier to this became evident; Humane societies, like adoption agencies, have some often-strict guidelines about contacts between those who give up their precious ones and those who adopt. Diplomacy was applied, and a little careful urging led to exchanges of approval, and a reunion did indeed take place. With the help of The Washington County Humane Society, both families have since met. Kramer went more than slightly bonkers at being reunited with her “first family,” and she then had the opportunity to prove that she had overcome her problems with kids. Four kids and a happy dog went swimming together in a handy pool, and everybody went home happy. We repeated this reunion again since then. By accidentally becoming a gold-digger, and having the good luck of that story being found by her “first family,” Kramer came full circle – answering all the open questions and doubts. Happy endings do happen.
This unusual string of events accomplished a couple of good things. First, the “first family” was reassured that all had turned out well for the dog they loved but could not keep. In addition, their impression of humane societies was rightly transformed into a positive one. Grins and tears do go together.