Destructive Release by L.U. Ann

Author:L.U. Ann [Ann, L.U.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Non-Fiction
Publisher: L.U. Ann
Published: 2014-07-22T04:00:00+00:00

The reflection of the sun partially blinds me a moment before Devon opens the glass door allowing me to walk into the shelter holding onto Evan’s hand. Bleach and cleaning solution attack my olfactory senses, abstemiously burning them in its wake. Good thoughts of a clean place make me smile. At least I hope it is clean.

Signed in, we follow the directions given to the dog kennels. My eyes connect with the first wagging tail and my heart already loves him or... wait, I mean her. Lucie is her name, a cute little dachshund. “Lacey, I already told you we’re getting a manly dog.” Devon’s eyes roll and I smack Devon’s chest and then walks off with a bruised ego. Defiant to his request, I squat, wiggle my fingers through the chain links, and allow her to sniff my fingers.

“Oh, honey, look how cute she is,” I say scratching under her chin.

“Mommeee see, Mommeee!” Evan shouts in absolute aw.

“I’m coming, Sweet Pea.” Standing, my hip pops with the excess weight of pregnancy getting the best of me. A moment to catch my breath, I take a step back finding Evan is at the other end of the long hallway of dogs. Passing the poor souls I at least have the heart to call them by their names and offer a little love. First up is Gertie a terrier mix, then Harlem a mixture of some mutt. His wirehair sticks out in every direction reminding me of something singed. As I pass the kennels, the faceless dogs become real. Fighting the emotions, I glide my fingers across the cool metal to Rex a seven-month-old male golden retriever joyfully wagging his tail and panting with happy eyes. He just wants a little attention. Oh, my heart swells at the poor souls discarded like Lane and I in regards to our father. Continuing, the name reads Bentley, a year and a half black and brown lab mix. With fingers clean thanks to the dog, I realize there are many labs here. Circling myself, vitality of the kennels full to the max, I gather thoughts of how easily disposed animals have become. Blood pumps quickly through my veins and pounds heavy in my ears. I bet this is exactly how my aunt portrays her brother in prison. He hurt me, but she’ll never see that. I have so much more compassion for the animals locked behind these bars than those in jail.

Vision blurry, I move on to the next cage. Thankfully, Evan is consumed with whatever he is looking at because my conscious needs this time. Fuzzy, a miniature schnauzer greets me with a bark. It is apparent he is scared from his shaking, yet he proceeds to sniff my fingers. Moves from my fingers startle the helpless creature causing him to jump back, but quickly returns for another sniff and possible scratch under his chin. A situation clearly stressful for the pooch, I move on to give him peace.

A hand on my belly has me thankful for everything in my life and what we are going to be blessed with next.

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