Benjamin and me. The story of the most meaningful one-night stand.

What? Dog fostering
When? Saturday night, December 09
Where? The Cedar

I volunteered to overnight Benjamin, a 9-month-old Basset Hound in his way from a sure death in a kill shelter in Tennessee to a non-kill shelter in New Hampshire. Benjamin is a sweet creature. He loves affection, and is very affectionate himself. He is not reluctant to car travel. However, he does not like to travel in an empty seat. Instead, he prefers to snuggle up with anybody available, be it driver or passenger. His legs are too short, and his center of gravity too low, so he still does not master jumping into and out of cars. He is just a puppy, though, so with some exercise he will be as agile as any old German shorthair pointer.







Our walk in the neighborhood was a sensory explosion to him. "Here is the bush that Boof visits each morning; and that's Barley's", I pointed out to his delight. "That's Harley's place, but wait until I take you to Shebly's, she's a real bitch"

Benjamin was tired, and fell asleep with his back aligned to my upper body. I did not sleep much, overcome with joy. Next morning, when I handed him to the next link in the chain that has put him today in New Hampshire, he looked back to thank me. But he did not know that I was more thankful that he could ever imagine.