"Bridget" and "Brittany" two ten week old puppies rough housed in a tangled heap with their brother Bear in a spacious clean barn. Three little boys played nearby dressed in typical Mennonite outfits, black shorts, white button down tops and well...the youngest guy had on a pair of yellow crocs. One family of four stood quietly talking to the owner with frowns on their faces while we pulled up. An older bulldog ran over to greet us with grunts and showed affection for my husband by hugging his leg.
We'd driven a total of two and one half hours into the country, to see these cuties who'd caught our attention on line.
Honestly, I know hubby and I were still a little heartbroken at losing our golden retriever Sydney so young. She was only 9 when I took her to an emergency visit at the vets only to have her collapse in heart failure after showing no symptoms that she was so sick.
Six months later, our daughters convinced us it was time to welcome a new member to our family to fill a great big Sydney "hole" in our lives.
Enter a respectable dog breeder who was selling golden retriever and rottweiler mixed breed pups. I'm not an aficionado of dog breeds but each of our daughters are dog lovers to the max. So, they'd convinced us that these dogs would have a better chance of a living a longer healthier life.
Anyway, we watched the animals play for a bit and I could see by hubby's face he was reluctant to invest in one of the black squiggly fluffy balls of energy. The brother Bear had just been returned by the family who stood nearby unhappy and setting a dark mood in the midst of the peaceful scene.
I too was doubtful that I could love a dog like I did our last. She was a total joy to each of us. We raised several dogs while the girls were growing up, but there was just "something" about our last girl.
The owner's precocious son entertained us while we studied the pups. Disappearing round the side of the barn he gave us a grin and came back with his thick blonde bangs wet and plastered back over his head. I looked at his dad for cues to make sure it was okay to laugh with the little guy. If he was trying to impress us he was doing a good job. His dad smiled at his shenanigans proudly. Our puppy seemed to be coming from a nice family.
One feisty girl puppy seemed to have the strong willed personality and sweet spirit that fits in our family so well. We played with both females and could hardly tell them apart. They rambled alike, sniffed alike and even squirmed under the fence alike. Yet, just like the breeders 5 year old son, the one girl pup showed personality. We were falling in love.
Hubby was quiet as we huddled up to make our decision. All the while "Wrinkles" the friendly bulldog hung on our daughters friends every move.
When the dog's breeder brought out our chosen adoptees dad and mom, my heart gave a leap. Her beautiful Rottweiler mama could not be sweeter and her golden retriever papa looked so much like our Sydney you could hardly tell THEM apart.
Layla has entered our world only to make it better.
Her fluffy fur brushes my feet under the table as I type these words.
Somehow life is a bit brighter , our hearts lighter ...And we're tireder much much tireder.
But, a happy tired!
What new joy has God brought into your life lately? Please share in the comments below. I'd really love to know :-)
If it's been awhile, don't worry He's got a blessing coming your way soon...