For those of you who still believe in coincidence, I'd like to share a funny story. Last Saturday Rich and I took the kids to a local pet shop to "look around". They had no idea we were actually going to bring one home and wanting to surprise them, we decided to take them home and then tell them we were going back out to run some errands. They had already fallen in love with a sweet little Schitzu-Bichon mixer of a pup with the cutest little face and we couldn't wait to go pick her up and bring her home. Rich joked on the way that we might see someone in the parking lot with our puppy, but I said no way, this one was meant to be ours.
Rich dropped me off and parked the car. I could hardly wait to get in the store and pick up my baby. Imagine my shock when I saw another family holding her as if they were already claiming her. My mouth dropped. I stopped breathing for a second as I tried to comprehend what was happening. Because you see, it wasn't just any family. It was my sister's family. Yes. You heard me right. My sister, her husband and my niece Allie were taking home Yolo (that's what we were naming her). We exchanged a few uncomfortable laughs until reality set in and after what seemed like the longest and most awkward five minutes of my life, my sweet niece came over to me, tears in her eyes and said "Here, you take her. She's yours." How could I? She wasn't really mine. I hadn't bought her yet and unbeknownst to me, my sister had actually been to the store a few days earlier and picked out this precious pup.
And in that instant I knew that this was no coincidence. God had put us both there at the exact same time. He knew it would be a difficult choice and was putting our sisterly love to the test. I know without a doubt that I could have come home with that puppy and my sister would have been okay with that. I also knew that God was telling me there was another puppy out there that needed a good home. And how wonderful that both puppies are still in the family?
In the end, Honey Boo-Boo went home with my sister and the next day we hopped in the car after church to another pet store and instantly fell in love with Paisley. Only she didn't look like a Paisley. She looked more like a Polly. I call her my little Polly-wog. She is adorbs. And she loves.to.play.
Only Cole is not so sure about this friendship just yet.
Hey Mom, look at my block tower!
Why don't you go back in here?
But I'd rather play! How 'bout a puzzle??
I can play with that too if you want...
Look dog, I'm not in the mood.
I wanna play, I wanna play, I wanna play...
Why are you still here??
I have an idea...
Don't even think about it...
Maybe if I use my super-powers she'll go away.
Fine. I see how it is.
Thanks for stopping by and have a puppylicious day!!