Thank God for puppies.
He has created so many wonderful creatures but, I must declare, none as wonderful as my dog Sam.
Actually Samantha, but most of the time Sam or Sammie. She’s a mixed breed. A schnauhuahua = miniature schnauzer and chihuahua. She’s small, cute, cuddly and my baby.
I was never going to be one of those people. You know. The ones who always talk about their dogs. Or those who dress the poor creatures in little pink tutus. Not me. Well…except in the winter. Sam does need a sweater when it’s cold – the chihuahua in her shivers.
So why am I talking about my dog on a site about considering Jesus? Well, I have come to understand He cares about the little things. He does. He cares and He comforts.
We’ve been reeling from a terrible trial these past two years. One I can’t detail anymore than to say, it’s shattered our world. The dream we thought we would have as a family is not to be. Bad choices and tough consequences will affect us for the rest of our lives. That reality is just beginning to settle into our minds.
A year and a half ago all the shards of our existence were still lying scattered on the floor and we had no clue how to begin to pick up the pieces. We could not even imagine what the next day would bring. But as we struggled to keep our heads above water, my daughter (Mags) asked for a puppy. In her eleven-year-old mind, a puppy would fix all her woes.
Mags caught me at a vulnerable time. An oft repeated request now pierced my heart and I did not have the strength to say no. Please understand, I’m not a heartless mother. We’ve had our share of pets and had even tried to keep a couple of dogs. But as most mother’s know, we end up becoming the caretakers of babies: human, feline, or canine. I didn’t feel we needed anymore babies in the house. But…she caught me in a weak moment and I caved.
Having been down this road before I was certain we needed to find just the right dog for our family if it were to stay long. I began praying, quite specifically, for the perfect puppy. With detailed instructions Phat and Mags began looking.
To make a long story somewhat shorter…After many trips to Operation Kindness, they were leaving puppyless once again. Mags was nearly in tears when the helper said, “Well, we do have a couple of new puppies that will be released tomorrow morning. I believe they’re exactly what you’re looking for, but get here early, they will go quick.” As they turned to leave the vet popped her head out and whispered, “They’re ready!” just as another patron walked in to claim them both. But thankfully, Phat and Mags were already in the kennel and were given first consideration. A boy and a girl, both adorable, both with just the right qualifications for this picky mother. They chose the girl and brought her home.
She has been the perfect addition to our family. I fell in love with her at once. Mags took longer to warm up, little puppies don’t like to play as long and hard as she had hoped. Phat is the alpha dog and she knows it. He is her favorite person in the whole world, she will not take her eyes off of him once he comes home from work.
I didn’t know a puppy could be so wonderful.
I think Jesus picked Sam. I really do. She has brightened many a dark day and knows just when to cuddle up with the one in need. She came at a bad time in our family’s life, but the best time to show us how much He cares and comforts His children. Even in the little things.