I awoke early one morning two weeks before Christmas with a strong prompting:
No way, I thought, not first thing in the morning. I slipped on a robe and slippers, shuffled into my big comfy chair, and settled in for quiet time with God.
This is ridiculous. We weren’t seriously looking for another dog. My husband and I considered the possibility a week earlier, but hadn’t spoke about it since. Our older Chihuahua/Shitzu, Sammy, kept getting injured playing with our two year old Chiweenie, Bella. We thought a younger, energetic puppy might be a good playmate for Bella, and give Sammy a break. We’d joked that a male version of her would be ‘just desserts’ for our Tasmanian-like female.
Ok, fine—I’ll take a quick look, then get on with my morning.
Craigslist: Bakersfield: Pets: The tenth entry from the top stated: “Chiweenie male puppy, 8 weeks old, picture attached.” No way!
My heart leapt! Without thought I ran outside to find my husband.
Across the yard Jack looked up from his coffee. I stood griping the iPad with a silly grin. He asked, “What?” His eyebrows raised. “A puppy?”
I nodded, dumb with hope.
He took one look at the pic of the little guy, and sighed. “Go ahead.”
Oscar pup joined our pack and stole our hearts. He’s a sweet, loving, feisty little dude. Our house echoes as he and Bella tear over hardwood floors chasing each other tug-a-warring with toys. Sammy’s been elevated to grandpa status and keeps the pup in his place, but I often find them snoozing together cozied up on the big dog bed.
Puppies are a lot of work—but so is blogging. The end results of both, however, are absolutely worth the trouble.
Oscar is our third dog, this is my third blog.
I can’t wait to see what happens next!