Freckles

When Michael and I started dating he lived alone with his 14 year old dashound, Cricket.  She loved me (yeah right).  I moved in on her territory.  As long as I can remember, I have always had a pet.  When Michael and I got married, I left behind 3 dogs at my parent's.  I really wanted a "pet" of my own.  I begged and pleaded with Michael.  The answer was always "no."  We had Cricket and she was enough.  Well she was a handful, but was really getting old and somewhat "pitiful."  I knew we wouldn't have her much longer and constantly thought about how hard it was going to be on Michael.  At least once a week, I would beg Michael to take me to get a puppy.  Every time we went by PetSmart I wanted to stop, I looked on-line at the rescue websites, I searched the newspapers, and made my way to the animals at every festival.  One day I convinced him!  He took me to a store in Anderson, but they wanted a ridiculous amount of money.  My birthday came and my mom and I went shopping.  I told Michael I would be coming home with a dog.  I think he thought I was joking.  As my mom and I drove past PetSmart, the cutest "red-haired" dog stood out to me.  We stopped, I went straight to his cage never noticing any of the other dogs, and asked to see him.  The girl looked very sad as she took him out of the cage and handed him to me.  She explained that she was his "foster" mom.  She loved him and really wanted to keep him, but with 3 other dogs it just wasn't going to work.  I played with him, let him lick my face, and jump all over me.  She sat and smiled and just watched.  I then looked at her and asked 2 very important questions:  How big will he get? and What's his name?  She answered the first question with, "about 30 lbs."  That was about 15 more than I wanted.  I began to debate the thoughts of him coming home with me.  I looked at his sweet face as she answered my second question, "His name is Freckles."  My heart melted at that very moment and my face beamed with pure joy.  He would fit right in!  I am covered with freckles and Michael has a few.  I explained that I thought it was meant to be.  I wanted to adopt him.  So......3 years later, I still love that sweet face.  We could not have asked for a better dog.  He is wonderful with Dylan and I love watching them play.