Dustys trip to Rhode Island was a spur of the moment decision, in the spring of 2009 my mother had talked to Leanne and I about Dusty while my parents were out in Chicago. Dusty had been causing some havoc in the house and my aunt and uncle were looking for someone to take him in. It would be almost a year until we learned that Dusty was causing some trouble in Chicago but from what we were told Dusty sounded like an amazing dog that would be perfect for Leanne and I.
I remember when we went to the airport to pick him up, Leanne and I were so nervous and had to stop at the local pet store to get dusty, toys, a bed, and food. As we waited in the baggage claim we were wondering what Dusty would look like and how he would be acting after being on a flight for a few hours. No joke we were waiting near the baggage claim and suddenly the bell goes off to alert you that the luggage is coming out and here comes dusty in his dog crate with the cutest look on his face. As we ran over we quickly let him out of the crate and instantly fell in love with that innocent look on his face.
Once Dusty was home the real magic of Dusty started, I was miserable after my surgery, I was ruining my marriage, and had nothing to smile about until Dusty came. When I would go on my rants about how much I hated my life and was upset with my diabetes Leanne would take Dusty for a nice long walk to get away from it all, to be perfectly honest I was very surprised they both came back some days. Often times it would be just Dusty and I after I had worked all day as Leanne was coaching track. Dusty had no choice, he had to listen to me, him and I would lay on the couch and I would tell him all of my problems. He wouldn't say anything but he would just look at me and when he did I would think about all that he went through in his life. He came to us for a reason and I quickly learned that if a dog that can't fend for himself can get out of a near death situation than I surely could. It was fitting that Dusty would be at my first bike race, the bike and Dusty go together.
The picture above has been on my phone for the past two weeks. This sounds weird but the picture gives me hope, it reminds of what Dusty went through to live a great life and it reminds me that anything is possible and to keep fighting no matter how tough or bad things get. Dusty will be on my mind and when the pain of the half marathon sets in while I'm running I will remember Dusty and will push on no matter how bad it gets.