The thing with mutts is that you never know everything for sure. You don’t know their genetic ancestry, their personality, nor their day of birth and everything about them is up to entropy. The mutt meeting you is also usually the result of a very complex and apparent random process, that has it’s finality into starting another process, the one where the mutt and you spend parts of their lives together.

It was the end of this process on December 13th, 2015 when I was brought a little mutt by my best friend, Paula, to shake me up and make me get some structure in my life so I could get back on track after my father passed away. I was instantly conquered by the little soul that enter my living room, took a pee on the carpet and then hid under the living room table. She got a name, some water and food, and she slowly started to venture more and more into my house and my soul.

As I said, you never know with mutts, but the vet estimated her birthday to have been somewhere around August 20th, because 20 was a nice round number, but could have been 15, 25 or even 30 as well. No one will know. All I know is that a soul reached our planet that day, and through the kindness of Oana, and then Paula, this soul entered my life and never left it since.

If you have a mutt in your life, give them a hug. If you don’t, find one. They might save your life.

Also, happy birthday (or so) to Foxy!