Meant to Be

Some of you may know, we began looking for another dog for Wyatt.  He desperately misses his Hopper Spark, and would like to spend time bonding with and training his new dog before he returns to school.  This has been a time of highs and lows.  I know somewhere out there is a dog, which Wyatt will know is the right dog.  A couple of times we have thought we were there.

Monday night, Wyatt met one he really liked.  He understood that he should think things all the way through.  Tuesday, on the way to town, we stopped at the pound, and were surprised to see the long lines outside waiting for it to open up.

We hadn't realized that there were a LOT of puppies coming on the line that day, or that there was still an adoption special going.  There were so many beautiful dogs.  As we wandered the isles, there were a few Wyatt thought he might like to meet.  As we stood outside one kennel, I asked another mom, there with her two young children, why it was so busy.  She had seen the puppy they wanted yesterday, and the kids had learned about it this morning.  They were so excited.  The volunteers helped the family out to the visiting area, and soon the mom and children were headed off to fill out paperwork with big smiles.

Bailey and Wyatt sat down near a cage with three dogs.  One was demanding attention from the kids, another making eyes at Wyatt from across the cage, and the third was chewing on his pen mates.  Wyatt wanted to meet the little brown lab mix, and the tricolored aussie mix.

In the pen next to them , was a little pug mix, estimated at three years old.  It looked so sad.  Bailey reached over to pet it, but it wanted nothing to do with her.  One of the volunteers took us out to play with each of the little ones.  When we came back, there was a couple standing by that pen, and the little pug was up at the gate, wagging its tail and making eyes at the woman, who had been dreaming of a pug.  Bailey and I each told her that the little dog had wanted nothing to do with anyone else and had looked so sad.  The couple told us that from the minute they walked up, the little pug had greeted them as if they had been friends all their lives.  I thought it must have been meant to be.

I passed them a little later, and she was grinning.

"Is it going home today/"

"You bet it it is!"

I love that.  Wyatt had a great connection with the dogs he had met, but thought the one he had met from the rescue had been the right choice.  A little older, ready for training.  He asked me if I could ask them to make an exception from the rule about not adopting until Thursday.  In the end, I called the rescue people after we set up at the farmers'  market.  Somehow in asking and in trying to be nice about how far the drive to our home is, I accidentally offended the screaming head of the rescue.  So I guess that dog isn't meant to be, because despite my apologies, they won't return my call now.  Somewhere out there is the right dog.  I am glad so many people found their perfect friend yesterday.  Our day will come.  As a Mom, I feel so bad for Wyatt, who thought he had the perfect friend and a name for it.  But he will find his perfect friend.

I will let you all know when he does.  Many hugs to you all, and many celebrations of the birthday of our great nation, and much joy in all the love in this world.   Make it a great day!