Ode to my new scruffy lil' pal.
This lil' rascal's name is Chance. By chance, I waited just about six years to adopt the lap dog of my dreams.
It all started when I sold my horse, Sam. Everyone asked me, "So, you sell your horse and you want a lap dog? Doesn't make sense!?" My horse was my pal -- the rabble rowser that he was. Sam and I were buddies.
Just a couple of weeks ago, however, I finally put "it all together". When I sold my buddy-pal, Sam, my son was getting married -- my oldest baby.
I can't believe that it took my husband having an affair and time to myself to figure-out that this lil' lap dog was filling another void.
Almost six years. Can you believe it? I wonder to myself, "Gretch, why did you deprive yourself for so long?" I cannot answer that question.
At this moment in time, however, what I do know is that Chance could not have arrived in my life at a better time. I am true testimony to the value of a Therapy Dog. He helps me to "just chill" and provides me plenty of opportunities to laugh. Boy, do I need that laughter to balance my heavy heart right now. So, just to let you know, good things do indeed come to those who wait.