I just went to *look*. Really, I did. I simply could not stay in the house with all of Tasha's empty beds and abandoned toys. I went to a place the kids and I have helped to train therapy animals (the theory being, if the animals can't get along with MY kids, they aren't going to do very well in the occupational therapy setting....) over the years. The owner took one look at me and asked me if I wanted a private room. Oh God, yes please, and the Big box of tissues. I sat on the floor and he brought in their newest trainee. She sat in my lap, sighed, and closed her eyes. I wept. She stood up on her back legs and licked the tears from my face. She brought me a squeaky toy shaped like a fish. I looked at her collar. Blonde, female, birthday on the 20th. Could she be any more perfect? Probably not. She is exactly the size of the hole in my heart, and I swear, I've never seen a dog that looked more like a SHEEP. Sometimes Mercy and Grace pour down all at once and you just have to say YES. The boss Man came back to check on me and declared as how she probably was going to be too small, you know, to go out and work in the field with their regular therapists, so she might be for sale if I was interested. That smell is my melting credit card, which I hadn't left home without. She loved the ride home in the Mommymobile, and when I introduced her to my Daughter bird, she said "Thank GOD, I thought Mommy was going to cry her eyes out. You came just in time, Sandy." Today we are going for our well puppy check up and to meet the boy bird after he gets off work. Sandra Dee Fluffball, therapy Dog.
Welcome to the Wonderful world of answered prayers.