Any of you that have been following my blog fairly regularly have noticed how sad it was to lose our sixteen year old Golden Retriever Cross. Sure I said I was relieved that she died shortly before we went on a three week long trip because I hadn`t wanted her to feel rejected just before she passed away. But there is another side to it: it`s been two months now and I was still lonely for the golden brute. Hey, she was a lovely sweetheart, but I didn`t know I was that attached to her.
Time to get another dog, problem is no matter what dog I looked at or checked out on line, in my mind I was comparing it with ---guess who!
When we went to the Animal Shelter I was appalled at the prices for some of those darlings. Sure I understood the logic why they were priced so high but some of us simply can`t afford them, and what if no one can t during this recession, oh, awful thought!
There was one sweetheart of a Goldie who seemed so resigned to her fate. I wanted her, of course, but with hubby unemployed and me facing health issues we couldn`t think of forking over well over $600. She was so sad for a one year old pup. I`ve actually prayed that she could find a good home, change that to loving home, okay.
We weren`t very happy campers when we walked out, but to make a long story short our neighbours had a couple mixed breed puppies to give away. The mother was a beagle but you wouldn`t have guessed the little guy was related to her. Well, maybe it`s because he had adopted me, (lol) and yup, he came home with us. Rusty is my adoring and adorable pup.
I still marvel how much God cares about the little things. Close as I can figure our little baby came into this wold about the same time Sheba departed it.
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This isn't our little Rusty but a picture I got on line.
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