(I was reminded of this encounter through Facebook Memories yesterday. This was originally a Facebook post in 2023)
We made our usual trip to Well-Grounded this Friday morning. The staff greeted us with their usual “Hi, Sally!”
After we got our order and made our way to our table, a pretty young woman in shorts and a yellow t shirt approached us and asked “is her name Sally? That’s my name!” She said excitedly. “I looked up when I heard them call ‘Sally’ as I don’t usually hear my name called out.”
She went on to tell us how her mom had named her after a good friend and how all through school she never had to use a last initial like the other kids. It was an old school name and she always felt special. No one else had her name.
Until today.
Sally got to meet Sally.
Amazing what a little dog can do.
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And a post script: This story is pretty typical of this last year with Sal. Besides all of the random conversations and introductions, she’s ridden shotgun in the Outback for over 6,000 miles and probably walked another 600 beside me since becoming the solo dog in our household.
I owe my life and sanity to this little blonde sweetheart.
Love you, Sal. I thank God every day for you.
Relentless
