I have this weird thing going on with my dogs and my God. It seems He is as fond of them as I am. Maybe its because they both love in the same way? With total abandon and an affection that is passionately unleashed with just the slightest bit of love on our side? With no condition or expectation or record keeping of previous wrongs or offense.
As you know we have had Zara for 2 years now. She is a pure bred Rottie but we didn't buy her from a registered breeder which was a bad mistake. I think future owners should buy/adopt pavement special brak dogs or go for clean proven blood lines. Anything else is potentially from an incestuous relationship with some pretty funky genetics and characteristics bad traits that come with it. We are lucky her personality is gorgeous. We are not lucky that she has dodgy legs. Her over bite is fine. Cute even and we often laugh at her. Dodgy legs...another story.
So remember last year around her 1st birthday she wasn't herself. We had a party at the river for her but she just sat with Gary quiet and a little down. Then we went to Hermanus and she started limping really badly. The vet diagnosed her with a snapped cruciate ligament and inevitable expensive and painful surgery. We decided to do a week long fast and prayer vigil for our Woofles and on the evening before, she still limped and I was desperate for a chocolate or biscuit that I had given up for the week. The next morning...perfect. No limp. WhoooHooo, we are all hallelujahing and praising God and even my parents were telling people about how their happy clappy daughter had prayed their dog right.
Then last December we go to Mauritius for a 2 week holiday. Lucy our Jack Russel puppy is just under 3 months old and the girls are berserk about her. Like madly in love and drawing pics of her while on holiday talking how they miss her and arguing about who gets to hold her first when we get home. Four days before we are scheduled to come home we get go out for a day snorkeling and sailing with friends and leave the phone at home. We've had the BEST day and are all starving. We get to the room and see SIX missed calls from my BF. This is not good. We phone immediately to hear that Lucy is missing and has been gone since last night. I had that adrenalin rush that turned my legs to jelly and made me sick. It was the BIGGEST freak out and we didn't tell the girls. We phoned our house sitter who was beside himself. She had got out and they had searched all over for her. Daniel's friends and ours had combed the neighbourhood flat. By the grace of God I had bought a collar and ID tag for her the day before we left when we gave her the 3 month shots.
My mobile was at home so we got him to switch the phone on waiting desperately for the magic call. Gary and I spoke about cutting the holiday short and coming home. It was that traumatic. My BF and the house sitter are big Christians. We all prayed and begged as if it was a child. Then I lay in bed talkig to God and remembered the verse: Speak it as though it were. I turned to Gary and said; We are GOING to get the dog back. We have to. Their is no plan B. Later we got the call...We have Lucy back. Oh the sweet relief, I cannot even tell you. The gratitude towards a good God. Thank you, thank you, thank you was repeated a hundred times over. Thank you!
My Lucy was practically kidnapped and held for ransom! Some guy stole picked her up and took her to the township. I think he would have gone back to look for the reward posters we were going to put up to claim his reward but I guess it was too long to wait till the Monday. He sent a Please call me and told James he had bought the dog from someone and wanted R400 for her. They drove to the township and offered him R100 which he took. My Goose. A township special after all! Amazing hey, that we got her back. The girls still don't know and the crazy display of love we witnessed when they got home to her just made me repeat my thank you mantra. Oh God, you care about the smallest thing. So now I have a situation with Zara which I need advice on but somehow this post has got too long and I need to sort Sofia out who has just finished swimming. Tomorrow: The new Zara leg dilemma.