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An Unexpected Love Story

Updated on August 2, 2012

Life's Little Surprises Can be the Best Ones

As a child, when my dad spoke, the whole house listened. He was a large man, with big Popeye arms and few words. We never saw him as being sensitive or poetic, but when I got married and moved to Florida, our family discovered a side of my father no one knew existed.

As a young wife, I found myself a bit lonely and homesick in the town of Homestead Florida. My solution to this problem was to get a dog. A Pekinese/Poodle or Peekapoo as they were called, was my dog of choice. However, I ended up with a beagle terrier who was about to be put out on the streets, and she ended up being my little darling for over thirteen years. Cookie was a very smart, intuitive little girl, and we were inseparable. One day, as we were playing outside, a reddish brown Lassie looking dog, about Cookie’s size strolled by, and over the course of time, they were sniffing each other and playing together. The dog would not let me come near him, but he followed us home, and each day when we went out for our walk, he was waiting for us. As time went on, this pooch became Cookie’s best friend, and of course I fed him, so by default, he became the dog I never wanted, but could not turn away. My husband’s tour in Florida was ending and he was being stationed overseas. I was moving back to my hometown, but two dogs were more than I could handle with school during the day and a job at night. Through much pleading and with a promise to find the dog a home as soon as I returned, my parents finally caved and allowed me to bring the dog home. Much to everyone’s surprise, that orphan dog won my dad’s heart! As Forest Gump said about Ginny, “We were like peas and carrots.” My dad and the new pooch became the best of friends.

I am not sure exactly when the poem I am about to share was written, but was told by my younger sister, that my dad sat down at the kitchen table with her one Saturday morning and wrote it as if it was from her perspective. We saw a side of him that pleasantly surprised all of us, and we never viewed him quite the same again. He showed us a tender and talented side we never forgot.

The Dog from Nowhere

Out of nowhere he appeared

Around the edge of my sister’s yard.

Looking for something-for anything

Trying hard not to starve.

If you spoke to him, he ran away.

He seemed to trust no one.

But every day he appeared again

Probably looking for just a bone.

Now my sister had a dog of her own

What kind, God only could say.

Cookie had loving all her life

And couldn’t understand running away.

So she began to wag her tail

Or maybe flick her ear.

And seemed to be saying to this little dog

You are sure to be welcome here.

So day by day as time went on

And Cookie, darn her hide

Used every trick in the book

To get him by her side.

She used such tender and loving care

That before he realized

He not only had entered the yard

He even went inside.

He had a home before

Somehow it was still in his mind.

Homestead, being an Airforce town

They transferred and left him behind.

He had found a new home now

Cookie had taken him in.

The service being as it is

Transferring was coming again.

The last time he had been left

To get along on his own.

But Cookie was having none of this

She was taking him home.

Home to her was where Sheila was

And it made no never mind

But one thing Cookie was sure of

She wasn’t leaving him behind.

Home to Sheila at this time

Was back in Caroline.

Her husband was going overseas

And she would be left behind.

One dog she could handle

But two brought on doubt.

But maybe dad could, maybe

Use one at his house.

So that’s the way he came to us.

I’ll never forget the day.

No name, no nothing, just a dog

Who somehow lost his way.

Cookie felt right at home

But her friend was a bit in doubt.

Never had he seen such loving

As he found at this house.

But Cookie had to go her way

And dog he stayed with us.

For us to pick a name for him

Caused us quite a fuss.

Sheila had called him Pooch

Since he was lacking for a name.

And after all the fussing

We decided to do the same.

Now Cookie to us had too much sense

For a mere little dog supposed to be dense.

She’s not a dog, she’s not a person

So why don’t we just call her a derson.

So Pooch it is and Pooch it will stay.

He answers to it every day.

He has found a home and a home it will be

Until Cookie says, “Pooch, come follow me.”

Dogs Best Friends


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      Demas W Jasper 3 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      You must be getting busy (putting that degree to work?) I came looking for new production and this one caught my eye. Nothing like a dog to bring out the man-child hidden in side. Thanks for writing and sharing this.

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      picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      Thanks so much for the comments, Eddy and Girishpuri. I really appreciate you taking the time to read my hub.

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      Girish puri 4 years ago from NCR , INDIA

      Indeed a great surprise, an awesome share, voted up.

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      Eddy Jones 4 years ago from Wales.

      What a great read and it is so nice to be back.

      Take care and enjoy your day.


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      picklesandrufus 4 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      thanks so much for the great comments Coffeeinmyrice! I love cockapoos!! Appreciate you stopping by.

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      Bravo to Cookie and bravo to this awesome, beautiful poem by your dad! With my own furry four-legged pet at home (a cockapoo), I feel every line that is written in this poem. What a lovely treat of a relationship your dad had given to Pooch, who was in his second 'lucky' life once known as just the 'dog'. It is a wonderful thing you shared this to the world, pickles! Love ya!

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      picklesandrufus 5 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      Thanks for the comment travmaj. If we are lucky, we are chosen by our four legged friends-the ultimate compliment! Looking forward to your hubs. too.

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      travmaj 5 years ago from australia

      This is so touching - I know that feeling and have this theory that often dogs choose us - I have been chosen several times!

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      picklesandrufus 5 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      What a nice comment lord de cross. Thank you so much for taking the time to visit and leave such heartfelt words.

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      Joseph De Cross 5 years ago

      This was so touching. My eyes got blurred and had to write again this very little phrase. As tears roll down these eyes, I cannot measure up your dad's heart. His writing was passed along with you and... somehow we all writers have something to say or share, that can move our readers. Thanks for sharing this story Pickles!

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      picklesandrufus 5 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      thanks so much Julia. Appreciate you stopping by. Know you are very busy now!

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      picklesandrufus 5 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      thank you so much Deborah! I agree with you about the love of animals. Really appreciate you stopping by and reading my hub!!!

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Oh Pickles I am crying.. this is beautiful.. How touching.. Mans best friend.. isnt it amazing how they love us no matter what? and Your dad.. wow.. I love this poem..

      Blessings and sharing


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      picklesandrufus 5 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      Hi Julia! Thanks for the comment. The poem is yellowed and old now, but I will keep it in my safe, for it is special.

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      picklesandrufus 5 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      I never thought about it that way Mhatter99, but it is like the introductions singers give. Really appreciate you stopping by!

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      Julia Paxton 5 years ago

      What a nice treasure for you Sheila from your dad.

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      Wow that prelude! You know those songs where the singer talks before the song? This was like that.

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      picklesandrufus 5 years ago from Virginia Beach, Va

      It was a sweet surprise indeed. Thanks for stopping by Billybuc!

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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      How awesome is that? What a great surprise! Thank you for sharing this with us!