Learning lessons. That is what my mother calls happenings from which we learn the painful lessons of life.
When our dog Booboo passed away from cancer, I was not at all prepared to lose her. I wanted her back, even three years later. Of course, I also felt altruistically that my husband needed a distraction or… occupation after a long recovery from shoulder surgery. Training a new dog would be the perfect preoccupation. Therefore, it made sense to ask God for a dog.
Now, we have a dog. Or I should say, I have a dog. She is 12 years old and is the perfect angel of a girl. She only barks when it is important. She is 45 lbs of black dachshund-labrador rescue from Milledgeville, Georgia. Lacy Potter is perfect. But, even so, she wasn’t enough.
So I started bugging God, and Mike, for another dog.