We both said we would never do it again … nope never … not us … too much heartache. Never again — no more!
I’ve had pets, mostly puppies, all my life. I’ve sat with Prissy, my fox terrier, in the attic of my grandmother’s house as she gave birth to a litter of 10. I’ve driven to East Texas at 4:00 a.m. on Christmas Eve day to pick up Freda, a Basset Hound pup, who tripped over her own ears for months. I’ve cared for Gizmo, our grand-cat as she grew sick from feline leukemia. Pudge, Jordan, Cissy, oh and the gerbils! We’ve cried with each loss and held pet funerals. But all that changed two weeks ago.
For some unknown reason, I’ve had a hankering for a farm dog. Like the Three Little Bears, some breeds were too high strung, some were too small, some weren’t good around family. Nothing was “just right.” But we persisted in our quest.
While visiting friends, we saw huge white “horses” out in the distance (well, that’s what they looked like to me without my glasses). These “horses” turned out to be Great Pyrenees – extremely loyal and fiercely protective of family and livestock. Needless to say we fell in love.
Now we have Scooter, a 9-week GP puppy (cutest ever). As we were assembling his dog house and kennel, I remember all those years of putting Christmas toys together for the kids. That training is coming to fruition!
I think Scooter is teaching both of us something about the wonder of Christmas. We’re just like children seeing presents under the tree (and the delight of parents giving those presents)!
Luke 1:14 “You will have joy and gladness, and many will rejoice at his birth.”