As a family, we were staying above water. Sawyer was in a classroom in which was giving him the opportunities to succeed both socially and academically. If the months prior were a flood of despair, we somehow were able to climb a mountain of hope. Was it possible that we were turning some sort of corner? Could a wave of success be our future?
When you go through rough waters like we were experiencing, it was nearly impossible to enjoy the positive. It was like a minute by minute routine because raising Sawyer was just that unpredictable. One moment he would be eating his chocolate raisins while enjoying Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. The next minute he could be screaming because one raisin fell out of his hand. Those episodes happened often, which made us not want to leave his side. However, we were watching these moments dissipate. It was encouraging that he was changing as he was learning.
Out of nowhere, the improbable happened. We discussed how a dog could be a comfort to Sawyer. A dog? A real animal living in the house? How could this dream become true?
Having a dog was a life long wish of mine. I had fond memories of my friends pets. My distorted view made me think of all of the positives this could bring to our lives. I couldn’t even think of the layers of the work it would take. I saw zero downside in this. Not to mention that this was something I wanted but to read about the calming nature that a dog could bring to a child with autism was an easy sell for me. I wanted to sign on the dotted line.
Kellie and I had some conversations about this. She had a strong memory of when we first got married and fostered a puppy. It was a disaster. I was way over my head and it didn’t work out. It was noted that Jon Rubin shouldn’t get a puppy that had not been house broken. As matter of fact, if there was a manual on caring for a puppy, I’d be on the cover chronicling to do everything different from my attempts.
Here was the thing. Lesson learned. If a dog could be an asset to Sawyer then I wanted an opportunity to make it work for him. I knew I could do it. I knew I could make it a success. I did know that it was a longshot.
I was losing hope. Our conversations about a dog dwindled. It was a battle that I didn’t fight often due to the thought that it had to be a consensus amongst the family.
It seemed like the bottom of the ninth inning with two outs and nobody on base. We got a call from a friend that their was a 7-year-old pug that needed a home due to the family relocating. A Pug named Oscar was at a close by softball field if we were interested in meeting him.
I really thought nothing of it. However, Kellie thought it would be a good idea to take the kids to meet him. Could this be my one chance to get a dog? Was it possible that the stars have aligned? Did the universe want us to get a dog?