Key Points
I wasn't looking for love when I took my rescued mutts to the dog park, and I sure wasn't looking for a gig helping to care for injured birds of prey, but all bets are off when you divorce your childhood sweetheart and move 700 miles north of your hometown...
I showed up for Oregon's winter rain and mud in thin Keds, a thinner rain jacket, and no idea how to navigate depression and self-inflicted solitude away from family and friends..
I stood in the dog park throwing tennis balls and watched as a tall, handsome man kicked a partially deflated soccer ball for his Sheltie...
"Would you like to drive two hours up to Portland to pick up six hundred pounds of frozen rats?" he asked...
"Yes," I told Jonathan in the dog park that day, drenched in the omnipresent rain..
