By Jerry
One of the sad realizations that came over me when I had the allergic reaction is that I would have to get rid of Pudge. He is such a cute and loving dog, I could not bear giving him up to a shelter. I wanted him to have a good home.
A week ago, I gave Pudge to my friend Kathy whom I work with at St. Raphael. She was excited to take Pudge but wasn't sure if her dog would be receptive to the idea. They seemed fine when we brought them together, but about 18 hours later I got a call from a sleepless Kathy who sadly could not make it work.
I brought Pudge back home and began searching for other options. None were really appealing so I did not press the issue.
Yesterday, my family was finally back into our normal Sunday routine. Up by 9am, church at noon, and Olympic Coney Island at 1:15pm. We had no idea that on this day timing was truly everything.
When we arrived home at 2:30pm, we noticed a different truck in my neighbors yard with some mattresses in it. So we thought that Anna must have gotten a new bed. We went inside and let Pudge outside. That is when the magic happened. Unbeknownst to us, our neighbor John was giving the mattresses to his buddy Jim. Jim, whose wife is a major dog lover, commented to John how cute Pudge was and mentioned that his wife always wanted a puggle.
A few calls later a deal was struck and, within a couple hours, Pudge was on his way to his new home.
I got a voice mail last night from John. He said that Jim gave Pudge a bath and he's interacting with the other dogs like they were life long friends and he's lived there forever.
You don't even know how happy that made me feel.
Timing truly is everything. Had we missed church, its most likely Pudge would have been in the house at the time Jim came over to get the mattresses. But as fate would have it, Pudge was meant to be outside at that time.
Because Jim was able to help my family out, I feel I should reciprocate. If you live in Michigan and are looking for a great deal on a used car, or are in need of an excellent mechanic, give Jim a call:
Polk Auto Sales & Service LLC
31443 Michigan Ave
Wayne, MI 48184
(734)641-7992
(734)641-8514 (fax)
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R.I.P. Steven Malcolm Anderson
Minion
of the Week
Oh and thanks for making me CRY on a Monday!
Dang, that's a church I could belong to.
Jim said we can visit him anytime we wanted. I called Jake yesterday to tell him personally. When I got the voice mail from John, I cried too. Tears of joy. I have it saved so when I pick up Alayna tomorrow I'll play it for you..
Jerry
PS. I always cry on a Monday, but that has more to do with the weekend being over.. ;-)
Hey - I made cornbeef and cabbage. I boxed some up and I'll have it with me when I sit lonely in the Church parking lot - if you want some dinner tonight... You know it's good, since I made it. :-)
Yeah. Church usually runs about 55-60 minutes. It's not like the good old days when church would be done in 41 minutes flat. One time last year one of the previous Pastors of our church filled in and we were at the Coney Island by 12:55pm. I didn't even have enough time to ATTEMPT to fall asleep. LOL j/k.
I have no appt tonight, but I have some errands. I'll call you, maybe you can swing by instead of sitting in the parking lot.. ;-)
Jerry
I took a speed reading course once. Read War and Peace in 41 minutes.
It's about Russia.
I know little about allergies. Partly because the only allergy I ever had was to ragweed, and that dissipated in my adult years. So sympathy is one thing. But how can you empathize with a phenomenon you cannot experience?
Unlike my wife, who seems to like dogs, cats, and rabbits with equal abandon, and who has opened up a free restaurant for birds, squirrels and raccoons on both of our house decks, I'm strictly a cat lover. Until the little bastard upchucks on our hardwood flooring, or pisses in some place where we don't want him to. But on the other hand, we never have to bathe him because he never stinks, and he always buries his shit like all good cats.
Arnold Harris
Mount Horeb WI
When you have to steal, steal from the best.
From another fan.
:^)
I'm an empath.
Jerry
If you have an allergy as bad as you described, you certainly are an empath.
As for me, I would rather understand pain without experiencing it.
How's about a kitty cat next time?
Arnold Harris
Mount Horeb WI