I bought a dog

I bought a dog.

For the record I love dogs. Very much. I’m a dog-person, as long as it doesn’t shed, and then I’m a miserably allergic person. But I have owned a few very special hypo-allergenic dogs in my life.

My first dog was named Boudin (Cajun sausage, sort of) and was sent to me from God by way of  an accident where Boudin needed a home. This little wire-haired fox terrier was the best little empathetic friend anyone could have. She was put to the acid test when my husband abandoned us for another woman. Boudin stayed by my side through all the crying, praying, screaming and depression that marked every day of those years and passed that test better than some of my human friends. Claudette , a miniature Schnauzer was sent to me from God to get me through the barren, aching-for-a-baby-til-it hurts years. She snuggled up to me in all those days and nights of fear and doubting, prayers and hope. She was my “little girl zipped up in a doggie suit” baby til God put two human babies in my arms within five months.

When those babies turned thirteen and no longer wanted to sit in my lap or snuggle, I bought myself another dog. This dog, although sweet and beautiful, was not sent to me from God. I tried to make Cosette a God-send. Real hard. For three years. But she just did not pan out. She was not “a fit” for our family and certainly not for the purpose I had purchased her, which was to be the grandchildren by body biologically craves. All my peers have them. I wanted them and my lap was empty. So I tried to “fix it”.

Among many other quirks, she did not want to sit in my lap, either.

So, after three long years of trying to make it “pan out”, I sold her. Before all you die-hard dog lovers stone me, let me say that it was to a wonderful family with two other dogs and two rambunctious boys, where she LOVED to stay when we were out of town. Cosette was bored with us. She, like my two daughters , wanted to be “where the action is”. So, Cosette went to live with her dream family and I… I bought myself a chandelier with the money.

                                                    

It’s easy to tell when something is a gift from the Lord to you or a gift from you to you. Those gifts don’t usually “pan out”.

So far, my chandelier does not want to go for a walk in this bitterly cold weather anymore than I do.