Have you ever...

Asked for something and then got it? But not in the way you wanted it?

Well the Web Mouse got "gifted" with a dog. I had been praying for a return to health and healing. My idea was God would just tap me nicely with the healing finger (Pinky finger - left hand in case you were wondering) and Shazam... healed! Neat, simple, direct.

I got a dog.

Now, I used to be a dog person before I married a wonderful woman that preferred cats. I adapted. We have four Tonkinese cats which if you know the breed are as close to a dog as something that meows will ever get.

I got a dog.

My wife and son conspired against my often shouted "NO DOGS". I mean, I have (had!) my life all set. Retired, nice quiet hobbies, comfortable, nice house, great view, no neighbors for a LONG way, forest all around, hilltop view of Alsea Bay (Oregon coast, Waldport - FYI). I mean... it had all come together. Cats are great... you can put water and food out and a clean litter box and they are good for a day, day and a half even. They don't have to be walked, like to nap (my personal fav), and like laps and petting.

I got a dog.

Not just a "dog" mind you, a puppy! A four legged pee and poop machine complete with bark sound. No batteries required! Not only a puppy but a Golden Retriever. Did you know that they are sort of mentally 'slow' in maturing? They stay in the puppy mindset for 2 years and sometimes more. I didn't know that. I do now!

My dog is just 10 weeks old. Danny (no funky yap yap names for him, he's a REAL dog!) is an incredible example of his breed and is much more calm and patient than his litter mates. He is also beautiful and I already love him. So... I'm pretty much "pooched" if you pardon the pun.

Really... a loving wife and son give you a dog because they are worried about your health and you need the exercise. (OK - yeah I do need it...*&&^^%%$##@@) You think you could refuse such a loving gift? Get real. You'd do exactly what I did. Smile and really work on "happy".

But... a dog is a commitment! Remember... "I was all set for a comfortable and peaceful retirement." Oh yeah, puppy bladders are notoriously small. I learned a new phrase "crate training". Fortunately for this pitiful example of humanity... it is working. Danny is quite a dog...

I now know what it looks like outside at 5am. Also 3am, and even 2am. Amazingly, I went out there of my own free will (sort of) and found I enjoyed it. My couch potato butt was not objecting to sitting on the steps after a walk. There are stars up there. Sunrise is beautiful. The air smells great (Danny was sniffing so hard I had to try that too! Good stuff that morning air!)

The musings in this Blog will mostly consist of things I am learning from looking behind me. The stuff in front is sort of murky and consists of probable (highly so actually) events like "mistakes', vet visits, carpet replacement scheduling into the budget, no spontaneous trips, and various other etc..., but it's amazing what you can see in that rear view mirror.

Sometimes you really do get what you need when you pray for it.... just not in the way you thought it would arrive. That, and it is YOUR responsibility to recognize it when it happens and not just "curse the dark". You have to open your eyes and see the stars.

This is quite possibly just what I needed and then some. OK... who am I kidding. It is just what I needed, and who.

A new thought one of those mornings was concerning this responsibility thing for another creature and how it needs your love, no matter where it piddles. Oh, did I mention that our house is fully carpeted?

I think I just got a teensy tiny peek at how God might see us. No matter where we pee, he loves us. That's tough with just Danny but I may be getting there. How could God possibly do it... I mean.... I know me... I pee a LOT!

Well... that is my introduction. Comment if you feel so inclined, please feel free to ignore me if you just want to tell me how crazy I am to get a dog, already having 4 cats. I mean... duh... already know that so save the bandwidth!

If you object to my mentioning God... go someplace and tell someone else. (go yell at God... It's pretty entertaining for all concerned!) I really don't care. (I told you I pee a LOT! Stinky little puddles all over! Why God loves me... mystery there.)

See you in the mirror!

Web Mouse