I’m very lucky to be able to work from home. It means I’m around for the kids, on good days and on sick ones. I also means that my husband doesn’t have to worry about taking time off from work for other household emergencies. But a number of years ago, when the kids went to school, I began to get lonely and my husband suggested we get a dog.
I was hesitant. I hadn’t grown up with any pets and wasn’t even sure how to take care of one. But once the kids heard that we were thinking about it, they were all in. A few months later, we found a dog at a shelter and the kids named him Donut.
Donut, a blue heeler (with something else mixed in) had been abandoned somewhere in southern Virginia and rescued by my sister-in-law. When we went to pick him up, he was thin, tired, and nervous. He had worms, parasites, and even Lyme disease. But in spite of all that, he still came right up to us and put on his best impression of a family dog by licking our hands and sitting politely. He even posed, trying to look noble.
I was smitten and we took him home (and to my brother-in-law who is a vet) to start taking care of him.
Donut lives a wonderful life. He’s surrounded by family members and neighbors who adore him. He gets to sleep at my feet all day while I write. And he patiently endures the overwhelming love of two teenagers. When he’s home alone with me, he runs around outside, chasing squirrels and birds before taking one of his many naps. But when the kids–or the kids’ friends–are around, he submits to being carried EVERYWHERE.
ALL THE TIME.
I don’t know that much about dogs, but I do think it’s a bit odd that a dog would let himself be carried instead of running around and sniffing the ground. He could easily spend 2-3 hours a day in someone’s arms (not mine), and never complains. Maybe it’s because he suffered for so long on his own. Or maybe he really doesn’t mind. Or maybe he understands that teenagers’ emotions are fickle–over the top one day, cold and distant the next–and (like me) he doesn’t want to miss out on the former.
Either way, there’s no doubt in my mind that Donut made his way into our hearts and home with a little bit (maybe a lot ) of divine help. Maybe God knew that when my kids became teens they’d need a safe place to put all of their bubbling emotions and He decided that Donut would be exactly what they needed. And considering the patience Donut shows with them, I have no doubt Donut the Family Dog was in on the plan.
And as a tired mom of teenagers, I will always be grateful.
Now I’d love to know if you have stories of a favorite pet you’d love to share!
Thank your for spending the day with us. Below is a link of my Golden Heart sisters who are participating in today’s blog party.
Hope to see you next month!
All photographs courtesy of Sharon Wray and Joseph Wray.
Copyright 2016 Sharon Wray