I told you Kaishon wants a puppy for Christmas, right?
Well, digg this!
We were at church last Sunday.
After the service my friend Marsha and I were in the lobby speaking to her relatives.
(She has one hundred and one relatives at the church... seriously)
A sweet lady comes rushing over to me.
She remembers me from our Bible Study.
It was nice to see a familiar face.
She makes small talk by asking what Kaishon wants for Christmas.
Seems normal right?
I say, "A puppy! Can you believe that? He is NOT getting one though!"
Her eyes light up.
She grabs her husbands arm.
I feel nervous!
These words come spurting from her mouth:
"We just rescued a dog last week on our way home from church. It was on the side of the road. We want to have it adopted."
"Oh my" are the words that come spurting from my mouth.
"Do you think you would be interested? It is a one and half year old male daschund. He is brown with a lovely disposition. He does not bark a lot or disturb us in any way. Blah, Blah, Blah!"
I told them I would ask my husband : ) as I pulled Marsha away and raced towards the classrooms.
Marsha and I go to pick up Kaish.
We both think it is a funny thing that just happened but not a big deal.
As we are leaving the church Marsha asks Kaish what he wants for Christmas.
"All I really want is a puppy. I am trying to be so good." says he.
"Well, if you were getting a puppy is there any special kind that you would like?" says she.
"Oh, I like all dogs. Maybe a weiner dog. They are my favorite."
I kid you not.
Do you even believe it?
I mean, if I believed in signs, which I don't, doesn't that seem like a sign?
So, the dog is coming over to meet us in a few minutes.
By us, I mean Gary and I.
I am going to try VERY hard not to like it.
I really do adore pets but they are SO much work.
My Mommy let us have a few when we were growing up and I know they were especially hard on her.
Did you have a pet when you were growing up?