It was April 2008; I was home alone in the afternoon waiting for my daughter to come back from school. Suddenly I heard my husband’s truck entering the driveway. It was a little early for him to be home so I went to the door to meet him. I had no idea what it could be but from that day forward my life would change considerably.
My husband has always been a lover of dogs. Ever since we got married he mentioned, almost pleading, for us to have a dog. I ran the thoughts of hair, pee, chewed up shoes, scratched doors, and the prison of not being able to travel without concerns, so my answer was a repeated “NO”, over and over again. In an attempt to justify my negative answer I would explain we lived in an apartment; then, when we moved to a house, there was no fence; and I kept pushing the idea away.
In 1999 I lost the power of excuses. We bought a house with an all fenced back yard and it even had a doghouse ready under the porch. Therefore, I knew dog’s days were not far from us.
He told me to wait in the driveway as he went to his truck and secretly between his arms he placed this light beige, blue-eyed puppy on the ground. I froze for a second, my heart was racing, and before I had time to ponder the situation the little one came running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him and rested right on my feet. Needless to say I melted. He stole my heart right there and then. The ‘NO’ I have said so many times before vanished like a puff of air. There was a huge unspoken ‘YES’ inside of me. This pit-lab had an adopted family from now on.
I took him into my arms and walked straight up the road to meet my daughter who was walking home from school. It was love at first sight and she named him Romeo. She took him with her everywhere. His fur felt like a teddy bear and still does to this day. When we take him to the park, people make comments about his fur and how gorgeous he is, and they ask to pet him. His fur is just different and soft!
Romeo was like a newborn baby in the house. I got up at least twice during the night to check on him, to put him outside, and just to admire him. I was happy and my husband was even happier. He had a dog and surprisingly, I was ok with it. We decided he would rather stay in the cool of air conditioning, so he lived inside the house.
Everything was good, but then…
A friend found out that Wagner liked dogs and decided to give him another dog, a pure breed white lab. She came to us at only six weeks old just couple months after Romeo’s arrival. I got so angry with my husband and with his friend who never asked me my opinion on the subject. I gave Wagner the silence treatment for quite a few days. Silly me! Looking back, it was so senseless. I grew out of this foolishness. Praise God we mature. Time and experiences take care of that. Although I was playing tough, I was in love with this little cotton ball that fit cozily in my hands. She had huge ears and when she ran it reminded us of Dumbo from Disney. I named her Angel. It really describes her inside and out. Even after nine years she still has the puppy look as before. So cute!
Time passed… They grew older. We grew older. All is well. Sometimes they still play cat and mouse and get angry at each other, but they are best friends. Romeo protects her like a little sister and Angel follows him like a leader. Love took over.
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7