(Beyonce fans in the house?) Anyhoo . . . I caved. Big time. I caved and I'm not the least bit ashamed of it. We are, as of an hour ago, the proud owners of a cattle dog / staffordshire terrier mix named Cassie. And she's a lovely little puppy. Truly, I'm head over heels for her. Every bit as much as the children are.
This is how our week went: We found out about the sale at Halo Animal Rescue. We discussed. We decided we're not ready for a dog. I couldn't shake the thought that we needed a dog. We discussed again and, again, decided we're not ready. But the decision just wasn't sitting right with me. Weird because I'm NOT an animal person. Never have been. Never planned to be. But guess who is an animal person. My daughter. My sweet daughter who has felt so lonely for the past year or so because of all the "friend' issues she's had at school. My dear daughter who I have prayed over repeatedly, begging the Lord to bless her with one true friend. And, while a dog would not fill that void for me, it's just what she needs. SHE was ready for this. Brent and I discussed again this morning and realized WE needed to sacrifice our wants for her best interest. It's what parents do, right?
When I told Sis about our decision and our reason for making it, she sobbed. At that moment, all my apprehension dissolved in her pool of tears. This was RIGHT. We drove out to Halo, waited in a mile-long line in the heat, prayed the dog we wanted would be available when we got inside, cried when said dog came out on another woman's leash, and rejoiced when they showed us her litter mate. She LOVES Sis. She LOVES us all. She LOVES to be loved. It's like she was born to be OUR dog.Like I said, I'm head over heels in love. Brent will come around.