There’s a knock at my front door one afternoon a couple of weeks ago. My neighbor says she needs some help helping her next door neighbor with a stray dog.
Apparently, this dog found its way to this lady’s porch and decided she wouldn’t move from there. The Augusta July heat was tremendous that day and the poor little dog wouldn’t take water or even let anyone get close to her. I told the lady,
“I’ll come back down here when my wife gets home to watch the kids and get her”
I went home to pray not to wait.
The wounds of Chase and Butler still haven’t healed all the way and I didn’t want to get “Stuck” with this dog. I didn’t mind taking care of her until some little kid or older lady came to claim the dog, but we were NOT keeping it.
I got her home and while washing the fleas off of her I explained to Gabby that we were not keeping the dog. We were just going to take care of it while her owners searched for her. Gabby asked if we should make some signs to help the owners find her. Later that night we did just that.
A couple of days later, I left for my second year of Bankers School, a graduate degree program in banking, and also left my wife with this flea-bitten mutt.
Amber was ANTI-DOG at this point. For me to say the wounds hadn’t healed from Chase and Butler was the understatement of the year for her. She had obviously erected this wall agains getting hurt again and wanted nothing to do with the dog.
By the time I got home, the dog was being called “Peanut” and was working it’s way into the family. No calls came in from the signs and I could feel the tension mounting to one single question…
Can we keep her?
I must of said that a thousand times as a child. As a parent to my two favorite parents, I am so sorry mom and dad.
What a tough question. I prayed about it and decided that we needed to have a family meeting to answer this difficult quandary.
We set some ground rules and Gabby changed her name to Pickles.
I cannot help but think that this dog is an answer to prayers. Maybe not mine or even Ambers, but Gabby seems to really have some strong prayers. None-the-less, our little Pickles is the newest member of the family.
It leaves me with this lesson. Ever heard that saying that love finds you when you are not looking? Well, so far it has.