Our dogs are old. My husband and I joke that they just want to sit in their rocking chairs, eat, and sleep. Both of our beauties have blessed our lives for about 14 years. A once feisty Boston terrier/chow mix and an energetic black lab have settled in their ways. Games of tug-n-war and long runs in the park have been replaced with short, necessary walks in the yard and long naps in the sunshine.
My husband and I continue to enjoy their presence and love. We call them our “old ladies.” Our children love them but have been begging for a “new puppy.” They yearn for one that will tirelessly fetch and give bountiful kisses and tail wags. We had a handsome chocolate lab named Bruce Lee who was their “puppy.” He tragically died at the age of 6 after a seizure leaving all of us heartbroken. His rearing was difficult on our female dogs due to their possessive ways. Because our “old ladies” are well…old, we simply do not want to introduce a new animal that will likely result in last-ditch dog fights and sleepless nights for all involved.
But still…what child doesn’t want a puppy?! I empathize with this and remember having several puppies growing up, which contributed to my love and appreciation for animals. I feel as if I am robbing my children of a vital childhood experience. What is the solution? There’s no convincing my husband and no rational argument.
In prayer, I thanked God and the angels for providing us with the perfect dog. I asked our deceased chocolate lab Bruce Lee to lead the perfect dog to our house allowing him to just “show up out of nowhere.” I could not come up with a solution that would suit both my husband and the kids so I simply gave it up to God and the universe to sort out the details.
The answer to my prayer came the next day. A bouncing, well groomed, well fed, energetic little male dog landed on our door step. The kids were thrilled. He wore a rabies tag with no phone number. The kids played all afternoon with him, and I made him a bed and gave him food and water. I vowed to take him to the vet on Monday to see if he was microchipped but spent the rest of the weekend watching my children enjoy what they now considered “their” dog. They lovingly named him Pesky after one of my son’s stuffed animals.
Monday came and Pesky disappeared. The children were crushed. I called out for him but he was nowhere to be found. I thanked God for sending him back to his loving family. Both of the children broke down in tears and reassurance that he was with his family had no impact. They were worried sick for him…I was too to be honest.
The following morning, he was back with a new tag that read, “Sonny–if I am lost please call my mommy,” with a phone number listed at the bottom. I thanked God for validation that he was okay and back with his family. We were all relieved. We called Sonny’s mommy who lived just one street over. When she arrived she apologized immensely stating “I just can’t figure out where he is getting out of the fence!” I told her he is a blessing and assured it is no burden on us.
Sonny has come to visit a few more times and has proven to be the perfect dog for us! Thank you God, thank you angles, thank you Bruce Lee!