There is a new living thing in our lives. That's what Chuck and I call them. Living things. When stepping over the dogs and the kid, we often say to one another, "Look at all these living things."
We have a new dog. He is a hunting dog. His name is Russell.
I want to love him, I do. I think I will love him, in the future. I will. But right now I am thinking about how he hiked his leg on my sewing box and postal scale.
I miss simple days when My Friend was our one and only pet. Well, it's true.
Russell spends a lot of his time indoors. If he isn't either tied up or indoors, he'll hang around until someone stops petting him and then just bolt right into the Alaska Highway, or worse, into the vast Alaska wilderness to hunt some kind of wild bird. And he'll run, and run, and run.
Oh, and today when I grew weary of stepping into him every one and a half steps, I hooked him to the zip line outside. The zip line is a cable than spans between two trees with another cable than links the dog to the main cable. Instead of running up and down the cable and spending his undogly amount of energy, Russell barks at me through the french doors. And he barks, and barks, and barks.
Eventually, I felt sorry for him and released him from the cable, but oh no, the door was open and so he takes off like a bullet into the house, sliding across the floor without traction and slams into the water bowl sending the water flying into the air and down into a great outdoor like puddle on the indoor like flooring. Dang dog.
I ask myself, "Did I pray for this dog?" Well, the answer to that question is yes. Yes I did pray for this dog. You see, Chuck has been wanting a bird hunting dog for a long, long time. Now that we have some land behind the cabin, he has REALLY been wanting a bird dog. When he mentioned it (like a billion times) I told him that it would be hard to justify paying over $1,000.00 for a dog (yep, that's how much they cost) when we are struggling to pay the rent and buy groceries. You know? I also told him to pray. Yeah, pray about getting a dog. I believe in it. I believe you can pray for things that seem trivial in the big scheme of things. I don't believe I should decide what is important to God. God will decide if I am asking too much. And when I ask for these things, I know my heart is in the right place. So if God, decides I am asking for too much or if He decides what I am asking for isn't good for me (or for someone else), then He won't give it me. Simple as that.
So, I prayed for a dog. I knew a dog would make Chuck happy. He is a good man and a good provider. He does without a lot. I thought he needed a dog. So, a couple of weeks ago Chuck got a call from a friend, who knew a guy who had this dog he wanted to give away. This dog is a German Wirehair. German Wirehairs are expensive. The owner is really into hunting with this breed and has several dogs. About 2 years ago, he discovered Russell at the pound. They could not find his owner so this guy adopted him.
Right now, I am not sure why this guy wanted to find another home for Russell. I originally thought this guy was a breeder and couldn't breed Russell because he doesn't have any papers. But then I found out that the guy isn't a breeder and even if he was a breeder, Russell is missing more than papers...if you catch my drift. So, surely there is an explanation for why he was free. Surely it wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that he peed on my sewing box.
No, Russell was a gift, for Chuck, from God. I truly believe that. Now, God may have decided that Chuck needed some dog training too, because this gift included that.
Russell is about 4 or 5 and needs some work. But Chuck is happy and determined to work with him. Maybe he can home in Russell's bird hunting instincts and make a good boy out of him. Either way, we have a new pet in the family, that I prayed for. I have to accept that.
If Chuck can teach this dog to aim his body at a bird and point at it like a breathing arrow, then he better teach him to lap water our of a bowl like a gentleman. You know? 4 Comments
Well he's pretty. Good Luck.
ReplyDeleteAhhh...he's sweet. Speaking as a mom of two furbabies, who REALLY wanted to give one of them back for a while, it does get better. Eventually you'll all adjust and life will be very, very good. :)
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh he's just adorable! He sounds a lot like my bugger. :) Having had a pack of dogs growing up, let me just say that the second dog is always a huge ajustment. (You've been used to My Friend for awhile...he was probably easy, then BAM. Russell feels like having five dogs.) Trust me, it does get easier as they ajust to each other and you ajust to your new Living Thing. Congrats!
ReplyDeleteThanks ya'll. I'll have to take your word for it, as we are still adjusting.
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