On Friday I was driving home and received a call from my husband. The conversation went something like this:
Him: “Umm, Precious is Gone.”
Me: “What? You’re kidding right?”
Him: “No, someone stole her and her kennel right out of the garage.”
Me: “NOOOO!” (the hysterics began)
Him: “Yah, Cody had given her a bath and put her in her kennel in the garage. He left the garage open, of course. Someone must have come by and taken her.”
Me: “No, No NO!” (Alyssa, in the passenger seat begins her hysterics.”
Him: “Yah me and the boys are gonna try and figure this out but Precious is gone.”
I hang up and weep as uncontrollably as possible when driving down 1604. My daughter begins asking all the right questions through her tears, “Why would someone do that? … Do you think they will hurt her?….Where is she?….Is she scared?”
She would cry loud, then I would ball. Then I would weep, and she would wail.
Right as we are exiting, my phone rings.
Him: “We found her, she was at the neighbors. She’s fine.”
Me: “What the hell?” (Immediate calmness)
Him: “Some teenagers rode by on their bike and thought we were abusing her and she was wet with sweat. They pulled out the kennel. Our neighbors saw and took Precious from them.”
Me: “Ok, I’m glad she’s okay.” (trying to sound like I hadn’t been howling and bawling over my dog.)
What the hell? is the question I really asked myself. Has I just became totally out of control hysterical over a missing pug? If you’ve really known me for any length of time you know that I have spent most of my life as an animal hater. I don’t hate them like in wanting something bad to happen to them. I have just never had any compassion, tolerance or patience for animals. I have never loved them….until now….until Precious. I mean who can blame me?
I see people at the gym, friends who are losing weight, and even me, I’m trying to shed a few winter storage–I asked myself,”Where do all the pounds actually Go?” The changing of a body is pretty miraculous. But the changing of a person is, well, divine.
I thought of all the other ways in my life that I’m not anymore…
-The Yelling Mom
Instead, God has redeemed me–Freed me…and I’m now…
-The Seeker of Truth
-The Patient Mom
There is not one self-help book or show of Oprah that changed me. I didn’t try harder, or just simply grow older…No it’s so much more. I have been transformed –changed into something new. Over the last 15 years of my life, I’ve gone through a conversion. And like our bodies, when our pounds simply disappear, my old ways–and the desire for my old ways–have completely vanished. And they’ve been replaced with something new, and hopeful and filled with life. I once was…but now I am…. Praise God!
How about you? Comment and tell me …. I once was ___________ but now I am___________. Praise God!
LG|LP Tiff ❤
NOTICE: No Pug was harmed in the making of this blog post, nor during the kidnapping. Precious is alive and well, currently in the middle of her six hour daily nap at my feet.