We flew to Denver over the weekend to attend my niece’s wedding. The real story, however, happened two days before we left for Colorado.
Catie and I made a brief stop into our local animal shelter for fun. You know, just to pet and cuddle a few puppies and kittens. I didn’t plan to bring one home. I wasn’t sure I wanted another dog after the heartbreak and grief of having to let go of the best dog in the world.
The timing was wrong. We were headed out of town and our house is already a pet zoo with fish, 3 cats, a sugar flyer, and a bunny, not to mention, the four humans who co-habitate with them. But, there she was. Her sweet little face looking at me and hoping to be adopted. She licked our fingers and was so sweet and gentle. Delta wasn’t barking her head off like the other puppies. We know now she was false advertising herself but we’re going to keep her anyway.
We took the day to think about it and talk ourselves out of it. We didn’t do a very good job of it. Late in the day, we went back to get her knowing that if she was still there, she was meant to be ours. We think she is a Retriever mix or maybe a Labradoodle.
We’ve had little sleep and Delta is not quite housebroken but everyone, human and animal alike, is adjusting to the latest member. She is a good-natured, sweet-tempered puppy who will probably grow to be a small horse and hopefully, will learn soon not to bark all night long.
“Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.” 1 Peter 2:2,3 NIV Bible