“Part rescue, part shelter, part rehab, and of course, the adoption center. That’s the whole point: getting these guys a good home.”
“Sounds amazing. If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
“Well, why do you think I emailed you, princess?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t exactly sure,” I said.
“I thought maybe we could persuade you to come join us, get your hands dirty a bit.”
“You want me? To work with you?”
“Hell, yes. You love dogs, you’re great with the pits, and they need all the good PR they can get. Having a Miss America running a shelter for rescued and abandoned pit bulls? How great will that look on the six o’clock news?”
“Miss Golden State,” I corrected as I doodled on the legal pad. “So what are you asking me, exactly?”
“We’ve already got the startup money for the new location. We just need to find it, staff it, and train the team that’ll be working there. Interested?”
Goodness yes, but there was something that was a bit off here . . . “Lou, you knew I was supposed to be getting married this weekend, right?”
“I did.”
“Yet you’re offering me a job that would move me out of San Diego, right?”
“I am.”
“Well, now, how’s that gonna work out?”
“I got that pretty invitation you sent me stuck up on my bulletin board. The wedding date was yesterday, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How’d it go?” he asked.
“Well, I’m not calling you from my honeymoon, if that gives you any clue.” I grimaced.
“I had a feeling,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.
“Would have been nice if you’d told me,” I replied, and he chuckled.
“Well now, that was something you had to figure out for yourself. Sounds like you did.”
“Humpf,” was my reply.
“Listen, I gotta get going, making a run to Torrance to check out a fighting ring we heard about. You think about what I said. If you’re interested, let’s talk soon, okay?”
“Okay, Lou. Thanks for thinking of me.”
“You kidding? I’ve already got fliers designed in my mind: you in your tiara and sash, surrounded by forty pit bulls. It’ll be a hoot,” he cackled, and I grinned into the phone.
“I don’t like the idea of you daydreaming about me in my tiara, Lou,” I teased, and he gave a whoop of laughter as he hung up the phone.
I’d thought about that conversation a lot over the last few days. And while driving up to Monterey, I couldn’t help but think that it was situated right between two of the towns he was considering.
I fired off a quick email to him now, while I was thinking about it, then got ready to head out and grab some breakfast and hit up a grocery store. And then maybe take a dip in that gorgeous pool. By the time I got my hair brushed and tucked into a neat bun, dressed in a simple sundress with a jeans jacket, and added the barest hint of makeup, there was already a reply waiting for me from Lou.
Hiya princess,
So you’re spending some time in Monterey, huh? Beautiful town, probably a great place to get some space, am I right?
I’d love to have Our Gang in a town like that. Land can be pretty pricey there but it’s worth looking into. Sounds like you’re warming up to the idea? There’s a vet there that I’ve worked with for years, Dr. Campbell. He’s got his own clinic set up in town there, Campbell Veterinary Hospital. He volunteers his time down here when he can and does a lot of work with cities all over California, fighting those breed specific laws that get puton the books without merit. I’ll tell him you’re in town, so stop by and see him anytime. He’d be a great person to talk to, get another perspective on what we want to set up. Also a great person to partner up with, especially since he might have some ideas about space around town we can look into.
Our Gang in Monterey? I like where your head’s at . . .
Lou
Options, options everywhere. I grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. With a clean breeze
“Sounds amazing. If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
“Well, why do you think I emailed you, princess?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t exactly sure,” I said.
“I thought maybe we could persuade you to come join us, get your hands dirty a bit.”
“You want me? To work with you?”
“Hell, yes. You love dogs, you’re great with the pits, and they need all the good PR they can get. Having a Miss America running a shelter for rescued and abandoned pit bulls? How great will that look on the six o’clock news?”
“Miss Golden State,” I corrected as I doodled on the legal pad. “So what are you asking me, exactly?”
“We’ve already got the startup money for the new location. We just need to find it, staff it, and train the team that’ll be working there. Interested?”
Goodness yes, but there was something that was a bit off here . . . “Lou, you knew I was supposed to be getting married this weekend, right?”
“I did.”
“Yet you’re offering me a job that would move me out of San Diego, right?”
“I am.”
“Well, now, how’s that gonna work out?”
“I got that pretty invitation you sent me stuck up on my bulletin board. The wedding date was yesterday, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How’d it go?” he asked.
“Well, I’m not calling you from my honeymoon, if that gives you any clue.” I grimaced.
“I had a feeling,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.
“Would have been nice if you’d told me,” I replied, and he chuckled.
“Well now, that was something you had to figure out for yourself. Sounds like you did.”
“Humpf,” was my reply.
“Listen, I gotta get going, making a run to Torrance to check out a fighting ring we heard about. You think about what I said. If you’re interested, let’s talk soon, okay?”
“Okay, Lou. Thanks for thinking of me.”
“You kidding? I’ve already got fliers designed in my mind: you in your tiara and sash, surrounded by forty pit bulls. It’ll be a hoot,” he cackled, and I grinned into the phone.
“I don’t like the idea of you daydreaming about me in my tiara, Lou,” I teased, and he gave a whoop of laughter as he hung up the phone.
I’d thought about that conversation a lot over the last few days. And while driving up to Monterey, I couldn’t help but think that it was situated right between two of the towns he was considering.
I fired off a quick email to him now, while I was thinking about it, then got ready to head out and grab some breakfast and hit up a grocery store. And then maybe take a dip in that gorgeous pool. By the time I got my hair brushed and tucked into a neat bun, dressed in a simple sundress with a jeans jacket, and added the barest hint of makeup, there was already a reply waiting for me from Lou.
Hiya princess,
So you’re spending some time in Monterey, huh? Beautiful town, probably a great place to get some space, am I right?
I’d love to have Our Gang in a town like that. Land can be pretty pricey there but it’s worth looking into. Sounds like you’re warming up to the idea? There’s a vet there that I’ve worked with for years, Dr. Campbell. He’s got his own clinic set up in town there, Campbell Veterinary Hospital. He volunteers his time down here when he can and does a lot of work with cities all over California, fighting those breed specific laws that get puton the books without merit. I’ll tell him you’re in town, so stop by and see him anytime. He’d be a great person to talk to, get another perspective on what we want to set up. Also a great person to partner up with, especially since he might have some ideas about space around town we can look into.
Our Gang in Monterey? I like where your head’s at . . .
Lou
Options, options everywhere. I grabbed my keys and headed out to my car. With a clean breeze
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