It’s been about eight months since we lost our beloved Meegie, a very special Cairn Terrier, to cancer. Grieving has been intense, especially for David. I haven’t pushed for a new rescued family member for a couple of reasons. First, David hasn’t been ready at all. And also, because it’s been really nice not having to worry about taking off in the car whenever we want for as many days as we want. Kenneling is expensive and we never enjoy sending our dog to a cage for a week, no matter how large it is. I’ve enjoyed the lack of vet bills, kenneling bills, food bills, and all of the accessories required for spoiling a dog.
But the more important truth is that there has been a hole in our lives as a couple and as individuals. And now it is time. We have agreed to that. Deciding to not go frantically looking for a rescue, we would wait until he/she came to us.
You see, that’s how we ended up meeting each other. Neither of us was looking for a partner at the time. Far from it! Both of us had been wounded. But it happened anyway. As David is fond of saying, ” God brought you to my door.” Strangely, that had been David’s prayer at that time… “God, I’m not entering another relationship until you bring him to the door.”
And you guessed it. My first seminary mentor, David’s roommate, took me to his door for an informal gathering of friends and the door had been locked and the mentor was keyless. So we had to knock to get in. David came to the door to see this stranger standing there. The rest is history.
That’s why we decided to let God do God’s thing once again regarding a new canine member of the family. Two days ago I received a Facebook message from someone who knew we might be in the market. It seems a woman in Bedford, Ohio has an adult son who was walking his girlfriend home from a date late one night four weeks ago, when this adorable Shih Tzu mix puppy came running up to them wanting kissed and hugged.
They couldn’t find anyone nearby who had lost it, so they took it to mom’s house, who they knew had a soft spot for dogs. She took vacation days from work to pass out flyers, call vets, and the local shelter and no one has claimed the little cutie. It appears some asshat had dumped him off. She cannot keep him because her Jack Russell has, shall we say, distaste for the little guy, who wants nothing more than to play with Jack.
The woman then contacted a rescue service online several counties away, who has a volunteer who is a cousin of a Facebook friend of mine, who sends me the pic and the plea. It felt like love at first sight. It felt like God had brought him to our door.
However, there are the usual puppy problems. He’s not sure yet where to pee and poop, his playful kisses turn quickly into nibbles and then bites, and he doesn’t like to be more than a foot away from his foster mom without crying and barking.
Thus, our dilemma. Here are too old guys, wanting to give him a home, but questioning our ability and stamina to train a six month old puppy full of piss and vinegar. We’ve talked about it of course, and friends have offered all kinds of opinions, positive and negative, for which we are grateful.
But in the end, it is our decision and choice whether or not to take on the little bugger. Should we have sense and sensibility? Or should we throw caution to the wind? Well, we weren’t very sensible that night I showed up on David’s doorstep, and we certainly did throw caution to the wind a year later when I left my career to attend seminary full time and move into David’s home a block from the seminary.
So why be sensible now? I rather enjoy throwing caution to the Wind (of the Spirit)!
(Update to follow)