If you got a text that had 3 pictures of a dog and said, "This sweet little boy needs a home. Know anyone????"
Would you say,
A) "Ahhh cute. I'll check around."
B) "Weird. What's wrong with him."
C) "Where is he? I'm on my way..."
Well,
considering we have been sad for over a year missing Lincoln.
Considering this dog could be his twin. Considering George has lost
his mind since Lincoln died. And considering that this would be
impossible to accidentally happen that something beyond us (God) acted
on our behalf. Yes a dog. Coincidence?? Accident?? NO. Stan and I
both said "C" without even flinching.
Meet Roosevelt (Teddy, not FDR,
gaw.). Here he is after we groomed him and got him all cleaned up. He
is precious. 11 months old. Potty trained. Still trying to establish
his dominance but we are working on that. The sweet woman with medical
issues who had to give him up sent us EVERYTHING. His bed, food, flea
meds, toys, treats, dog bowls! What a gift for our family. A doggie.
1 comment:
Can't wait to meet my new Grandpup..I love you already Roosevelt! Mumsie
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