Pregnant Woman with the Run-Away Dog

Thank you Pregnant Woman with the Run-Away Dog; you brought joy through memories.

Hearing early morning wailing with intermittent yelling, I peeked out my window to see a car stopped in the middle of the road. Unoccupied. Motor running. All four doors opened. Nearby was an overly pregnant woman crying and calling a wandering dog who was enjoying the sport of “staying just out of reach.” I must admit, I watched a little too long before stepping in, not out of apathy but simply indulging in memories. I remember 20 something years ago looking like the side of a barn while carrying the soon to be 10 lb. Baby Drew. Our beloved dog Ella had escaped the embrace of our backyard; I could not find her and the pregnancy hormones were spilling out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I was the crazy crying pregnant woman walking down the street calling for a wandering 4-legged family member who just didn’t understand that this game was NOT fun for all. 

So, Pregnant Woman with the Run-Away Dog, please forgive my hesitation before coming to your aid. I was on a brief and tender journey to the past remembering Ella and the anticipation of this new being who would soon burst into my world changing it from black and white to Technicolor. I pray your life is filled with as many joys and blessing. And if one day, when you are older and greyer, you see a pregnant woman with a wandering dog, indulge yourself; relish the moment, and then say a prayer for her, too.