Thursday, March 13, 2014
Autumn turned 10 last month.
Time moves at a rapid rate. I remember her as a sweet chunky baby.
We had planned to get her an American Girl doll.
Eric placed the order and the next morning he received an email that said we had entered our credit card information incorrectly.
He had several other emails to answer and then planned to reenter our information. Seeing a free moment, I decided to hop in the shower.
I firmly believe that I am a genius in the shower
While I was in there, I had a little thought pop into my head, a Jesus given thought. We should get Autumn a puppy.
How I know it was a Jesus thought was because the kids had been asking for another dog for what seems like eternity and my answer had always been no.
We have a dog and two Guinea pigs. Add four kids and there is no room at the inn.
I shared my brilliant idea with Eric, who probably thought I was nuts, okay he does think I am nuts, but he loves me.
He told me that if I could find a puppy that we would get that for her, but if I could not find one in four days we wouldhave to get her an American Girl doll.
I promptly begin searching all the animal shelter websites.
I saw one and I sent Eric to go check her out.
He calls me and laughingly says that one is cute but will someday be 110 pounds.
Not the one for us.
In the meantime I called my mom to ask her to pray because we are puppy searching.
She says that she knows someone who has puppies – see Jesus knows.
Her co-worker, Beverly’s, dog has just had a litter of puppies and they are Cha-weenies.
In case you don’t know what a Cha-weenie is, it a Chihuahua and Dachshund mix.
My mom asked if she had any available, and she did. A sweet little girl.
However, she would not be ready to leave her mommy until the end of the month.
Three weeks after Autumn’s birthday. But one look at the cute picture Beverly sent us and I knew that was the puppy for her.
I came up with a plan. For her birthday Autumn would open a letter from the puppy, along with a picture and all the puppy supplies.
Autumn was very surprised.
Three weeks passed very slowly.
Last week we picked up the sweet puppy, named Lacey. The first two days were a puppy blur.
And trying to teach Autumn the best way to care for her. Autumn is responsible for the care of Lacey. Including cleaning up any accidents in the house.
On the third morning, very early, Eric and I heard Autumn talking to Lacey “Really Lacey?
I have cleaned up enough poop to last me a lifetime.” Poor Lacey, she has been doing really well and has only had two, maybe three accidents in the house.
I didn’t want to tell Autumn that she has really only just begun when it comes to cleaning up poop.
Saturday afternoon, Autumn brings me the puppy and says, “Can you please babysit Lacey? I need some me time. You know, some time to play alone.”
Yes, she really said that. She didn’t think it was funny when I told her she had to pay me by the hour.
Babysitters are not cheap.
It has been fun and entertaining to see how the relationship between Lacey and Autumn is developing.
And what comes from the responsibility of caring for a puppy brings.
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