Separated at birth and reunited by chance.
I want to tell you about a reunion of two pups separated at birth. They were born in January of 2022 and hadn't seen each other since march of this year; in fact, there was little chance of them ever seeing each other again. This is not sad because very loving families have adopted these little pups.
Do you believe in fate, or would you call it luck or perhaps chance? I'm not sure which of these elements of life has contributed to today's events, by I'm grateful it happened.
Let me back up for a minute and explain how we got here and this meeting, by chance, took place.
On Thursday, Patti and I decided to make a last-minute trip to Grand Manan, our favorite place in the bay. The search began for a place to stay, and as luck has it, we got into a spot we've rented before (special thanks to Debbie at Sea Cliff cottages for always looking after us.)
We started this morning with a quick feeding of the pups, jumped into the truck and headed toward the beach for some sea glassing for Patti. I kept going, grabbed some Java Moose at a local coffee shop and set a course for the beach at Seal Cove. At low tide, this is a spectacular place to walk, enjoy the breathtaking view and for the pups to swim.
After our swim, I headed back toward our rental cottage to drop off the pups, let them rest and go for a drive back to pick Patti up. I arrived back, took them inside and put Kona in his crate for a nap.
When I went to leave the small lane named Poodle Alley, I looked to the left and noticed a couple with a Golden Puppy, so of course, I needed to say hello.
Me: Hello, I said, how old is your pup?
New Friends: He's eight months old, they said.
Me: Oh wow, we have an eight-year-old and an eight-month-old.
Me: Your pup looks bigger than our guy; I think our pup will be a bit smaller because his mom was small.
Me: Where did you get your pup?
New Friends: We're from Nova Scotia and got him outside Truro.
Me: You're kidding, we got all of our Goldens in that area, and Kona came from Kimberley.
New Friends: How my gosh, is Mocha his mother?
Me: Yes.
New Friends: I think they are brothers.
Me: Let me run back inside and get Kona; they have to meet.
What are the chances? On a random trip to Grand Manan, staying in our favorite cottage, at a random time of day, I meet another couple out for a walk with their Golden pup, whom they are visiting from Nova Scotia. When I pulled out of the driveway, I looked to my right and, at that moment, had a choice; I could have chosen to say hello or just keep driving. I said hello, of course.
At that moment, the stars aligned, and a reunion by chance took place. They did their usual greeting of some inappropriate (for humans) sniffing and lots of tail wagging. Kona strangely seemed to be calmer this time.
Seeing them together and Kona meeting Angus was exceptional. We talked about it and wondered if they remembered each other or if there was a unique smell. I wish we had met with more time to spare, but that was not the case.
We snapped a few picks and now have made a new connection. It was lovely to meet Heather, Bill, and, of course, Angus.
I love it when these meetings, by chance, take place, and it puts a genuine smile on my face.
I hope they get to meet again. Now that I think about it, a Golden Retriever litter reunion would be fun.
Say hello to each other, smile, and be curious; you never know what connections we have.
Don, Gus, Kona and our new friends from Nova Scotia.
