I crafted the perfect plan.
After having our sweet Macy put down in September, my family endured a long, lonely fall and winter.
The void in our home was so great, it was actually tangible. The silence? It was audible.
And all the lonely while, I crafted the perfect plan.
Taking everyone’s ‘druthers into consideration, I decided that a purebred Doberman Pinscher would be our next pup of choice.
His name would be Redd, a nod to Otis Redding and Red of The Shawshank Redemption.
We would find a well-respected breeder through an extensive search and visit his farmhouse estate in June, once school had let out and the weather had turned warmer and more pet-friendly.
We would select the pick of the litter and raise a show-worthy dog with an impeccable pedigree.
Yes. It was the perfect plan.
Guess what I forgot to include in the plan?
Compassion. And Love at First Sight.
My plan sprouted wings and flew right out the window
When my family and I were hit smack in the face by those two forces that make the world go ’round.
So we will not have Redd the Doberman come June.
We have Gwen the Rescue Foxhound-Beagle Mix. As of this past Sunday.
And now, in retrospect, I’m quite certain…
No. Absolutely certain…
That the good Lord, in His infinite wisdom and with His ultimate sense of humor, chuckled at my folly
When I crafted the perfect plan.
Note: Gwen is a rescue from A Place to Bark. We cannot thank them enough for their tireless efforts. Please take a moment to read about them on their web page and to follow them on Twitter and Facebook. I received no compensation for writing this post. I just felt it worthwhile to share this wonderful organization with my readers.
Inspired by a post from Mama Kat’s Losin’ It.