this was one of the prompts. another was when the same six year old who wrote that note played daddy and mommy against each other, saying that we each had told her that she could have a puppy for her birthday. and so the search started. even though it wasn't close to her birthday yet. (she's a sly one, that Erin of ours!)
and this weekend we welcomed Abel into our homes. and hearts. and he will complete that healing that some of us still need.
our new boy is a two year old male German Shepherd. he comes to us fully obedience trained, house- and crate-trained. he also ran with two children the same age as mine, and so understands his place in a family. that, of course, was ultra-important for me.
he's wonderful with the kids! amazing. really. I am in awe over how wonderful he is with the kids. both Nate and Erin are totally in love with him.
honestly, I think we all are. I knew it was sealed when he climbed into my husband's lap within three hours of being at our house! and yet, he hopped down happily when told to do so.
he's a bit Kong and ball obsessed. but that's fine, it'll provide hours of enjoyment for my kids, who have taken to waking up at six am to play with him in the backyard. my kids *don't* wake up at six am.
he's just as happy to sleep on the floor in between the kids' beds as he is on their beds. or our bed. yes, we have an 85 pound bed dog. or couch dog. or lap dog. really, all of the above.
but what counts the most is how well he fits in with our family. amazingly. he's perfect. and I keep finding myself in a state of awe. what an amazing, goofy, funny, goofy, perfect boy he is. did I say goofy? yeah. meant it.
and I need to thank his breeder, who let me know that he needed a home. right when we had one that would be perfect for him.