We have a new member of our family - her name is Ginger. She is a dog that we got from the animal shelter last Monday.
I don't know how it came to be that I decided that it was time to get a dog. I know it had something to do with "Shadow," Nicole's dog who we have babysat and I have come to love to be around. Shadow comes when he is called and knows when he needs to go outside. Shadow plays with his doll, "Baby" and can bring it to you on command. And Shadow does not jump up or bark. I found a dog that I like alot and something within me that yearned for that companionship. Who knew?
Chuck acted like he did not want a dog until I said we weren't going to get a dog since he didn't want one. He said. "Let's go look." And we did and found exactly one dog in the whole shelter who we wanted - it was Ginger. Ginger is a beagle, 4 years old, house broken. She is small (19 lbs) and hardly barks. She is not a dog that jumps up on furniture unless invited and is not a "licker". She is perfect for me.
And I truly am feeling like God brought her to me and Chuck. Chuck is, of course, spoiling her and feeding her table scraps. There have been some changes - we have spent a fair amount of money already - between the shelter, the pet store and the vets. We are getting used to taking her outside when we get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. And we now have neighbor kids knocking on the door and asking to walk her.
I am surprised to find how much I talk to Ginger and how much comfort I find in her presence with me while I watch TV or just live my life. What I truly believe is that something was missing in our lives and we needed someone to take care of. And God gave us Ginger.
And now we have Ginger.