Last year I posted about getting a puppy, her name is Dot. I went on a search for this puppy because she came to me in a dream. I know, I know, many people are just pish posh over people who say they have dreams and they follow them. I’m blessed that most of mine lead me to what I want or need in life. Many of my dreams come true. No I don’t believe in psychics, or witches, I believe in God.
I had had such a longing for a dog a year or two after my precious Thomas had died, but I wouldn’t betray him. In my mind Thomas wasn’t and isn’t replaceable. Then my friend Karie got a puppy. It brought love and life to her family. Love and life our family used to have. Puppies are to be loved, they make you cross and laugh at the same time, and as they grow they capture your heart in a way that a human cannot. They don’t judge you, they love you, and they forgive you.
I started dreaming on a regular basis of a bulldog puppy. She was mine and I loved her. I searched and searched for a bulldog puppy and couldn’t find one, and not the one in my dreams. Then I spoke to a very kind Amish woman. She had Beabull puppies, they looked just like English Bulldogs she said, and explained that they bread Beagles into the English Bulldogs to help with issues English Bulldogs have. Against my better judgement but totally following my heart I drove 5 hours south to look at the pups.
They had these adorable bulldog looking pups and I wanted NO part of them. Nope they were fighting over a rubber galosh while I was there and ripped it in half. Next they lovingly attacked Quinn. Knocked him to the floor and ripped his pants. Yep, I wanted none of that, not to mention the little heathens looked nothing like my dream. I looked at the man and felt like crying. I asked him if he had any others, he said one and went to get it. He brought her out and it was her. She was exactly the puppy in my dream. It still brings tears to my eyes remembering this. And always in my dreams the dog’s name was Dot.
Last Christmas, my daughter and I were looking up name meanings and writing little notes of love to family members and I decided to look up Dot. Her name means gift from God. And she truly is my gift.
Dot, has brought so much joy to our family, she’s also brought typical naughtiness found with a puppy, earning her the name Naughty Dottie. I love her and so do all of our family members. We weren’t originally going to breed her but I thought we might because my kids want one of her puppies. Today, I took her to the vet for a check up and found she has a heart condition. There will be no puppies, the Cherry Eye she developed won’t be repaired because putting her under is risky. The only thing the vet agrees to is to spay her.
I didn’t get Dot because I wanted what she could give me. I wanted Dot to love. I wanted HER. And so my gift from God is perfect, heart murmur, cherry eye and all. She will be loved, adored, and played with like any good dog and member of my family. God doesn’t give us imperfect, he gives us perfection, and sometimes we as humans find imperfection in God’s gifts when instead we should be enjoying them and know they are perfect just the way they are.