Nancy and I have always been dog lovers. So, after our beloved Mini-Schnauzer died, we talked about getting another dog (or two)—someday. This summer, I said, “I’m ready to find another Schnauzer.”
My wife had an idea: “We could adopt a couple of dogs from a rescue,” she said. “There are plenty out there who need homes.” I couldn’t logically disagree. After all, one of our last two dogs was a stray who showed up on our front porch.
We started our search in earnest, looking for animal rescues with smaller dogs—even if they weren’t Schnauzers. We found a few that seemed promising and completed adoption applications. A couple of days later one of the rescues contacted us; we were approved to adopt! The thing was, only one dog on our list was still available, and he was having tummy trouble that day and wasn’t up for a visit.
Sensing my frustration, the lady from the animal rescue, who is also on the board of directors, told us about a ten-month-old terrier mix she was fostering. “Her name is Honey. She’s a sweet dog who had some skin issues that are clearing up, so hasn’t been advertised yet. Would you like to meet her?”
Honey turned out to be just the kind of dog we wanted, so we brought her home, with the option to meet the dog who wasn’t feeling well, at an adoption event the next weekend. All we had to go on was a single picture of a little black mop of a dog named Quincey, but we wanted to see him in person.
We arrived outside a local PetSmart that Saturday morning a few minutes early, asking to meet the toy sized canine in the photo. “Quincey looks different than his picture,” said the same lady who helped us adopt the first dog. “We took him to a groomer, and they discovered something underneath all that fur.”
She turned around and took the dog out of his crate. “Here he is,” she said, putting him down in front of us. I could hardly believe my eyes, as I crouched down, the little dog who crawled right up in my lap was almost certainly a purebred Mini-Schnauzer!
After he and our new dog, Honey sniffed each other over without incident, I said to Nancy–trying to hide my excitement, “Make out the check.” There were other would-be adopters milling around, and I wasn’t about to let this little guy out of my lap until he was ours!
Kind reader, the circumstances are beyond coincidence. Sweet girl Honey was off-line, convalescing, and cute Quincey had been at the same adoption event a month earlier, ungroomed, and attracted little attention. There’s no doubt that both of our new dogs would have been gone before we had a chance to adopt them, had it not been for God’s perfect timing.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV)
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