Chosen!
It would have been a quiet Sunday afternoon. But we were on a mission to change our lives.
We had gotten the wild idea that we should get another dog. Because I have severe allergies, someone told us dachshunds were a low allergy trigger. Whether or not there is any truth in that, we were on our way to look at a dachshund. A show-dog. A testicle had not dropped for him, so the owner could not show him. She wanted to give him to a loving home - papers and all if we would have him neutered. That had been our plan. So we were on our way to Gilman, IL. We were to meet at McDonald's . . . in the parking lot.
Let the dog choose you, we had heard. We were used to getting dogs from a Shelter. One of our dogs came from a parishioner who lived on a farm. I stopped by their home. The little beagle stole my heart. He joined the family.
This trip would be different. We would let this dog make the decision. Strange.
We arrived at McDonald's and saw the owner’s vehicle. The time had come. Would we go home empty handed? Would we be suddenly struck with the responsibility of being dog parents and run? She got the little miniature dachshund out of the vehicle and put him on the ground. He was so cute! We were falling in love. But that caution. Would he choose us?
A dachshund’s nose is 100 times stronger than ours. There were a zillion things he could have sought with his nose, especially at McDonald's. He slowly walked toward me. Oh, no. He was choosing us. Now we had to decide. It was emotional. Would we choose him?
We did. He’s family now. It’s a challenge to have a pet. But we are glad we chose him. The story could be different if he had not chosen us.
Because he chose us, we wanted to choose him.
God chose us. That’s what Christmas means. He walked toward us. It was a long walk. Out of eternity, across the universe to a little, insignificant town. Bethlehem was a little like that McDonald's parking lot, where we met our Zep. Bethlehem is where we found out that God chose us. Now we must decide if we will chose him.
We had gotten the wild idea that we should get another dog. Because I have severe allergies, someone told us dachshunds were a low allergy trigger. Whether or not there is any truth in that, we were on our way to look at a dachshund. A show-dog. A testicle had not dropped for him, so the owner could not show him. She wanted to give him to a loving home - papers and all if we would have him neutered. That had been our plan. So we were on our way to Gilman, IL. We were to meet at McDonald's . . . in the parking lot.
Let the dog choose you, we had heard. We were used to getting dogs from a Shelter. One of our dogs came from a parishioner who lived on a farm. I stopped by their home. The little beagle stole my heart. He joined the family.
This trip would be different. We would let this dog make the decision. Strange.
We arrived at McDonald's and saw the owner’s vehicle. The time had come. Would we go home empty handed? Would we be suddenly struck with the responsibility of being dog parents and run? She got the little miniature dachshund out of the vehicle and put him on the ground. He was so cute! We were falling in love. But that caution. Would he choose us?
A dachshund’s nose is 100 times stronger than ours. There were a zillion things he could have sought with his nose, especially at McDonald's. He slowly walked toward me. Oh, no. He was choosing us. Now we had to decide. It was emotional. Would we choose him?
We did. He’s family now. It’s a challenge to have a pet. But we are glad we chose him. The story could be different if he had not chosen us.
Because he chose us, we wanted to choose him.
God chose us. That’s what Christmas means. He walked toward us. It was a long walk. Out of eternity, across the universe to a little, insignificant town. Bethlehem was a little like that McDonald's parking lot, where we met our Zep. Bethlehem is where we found out that God chose us. Now we must decide if we will chose him.
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