Dog Days

Yesterday I drove out to South Sacramento (or South "Sac" if you're down with the Cali lingo)... Anyway, I was going to see a girl about a dog.

A 2 year old, 85 lb Chocolate Lab named Tinkerbell was waiting with baited (doggy) breath. Her owner had lost her job, sold all the furniture in the house, and was going through the beginning stages of foreclosure on her home. Happy to take "Tink" off her hands, I thanked her, told her we'd be praying for her, and my new best friend and I headed for home.

We made a quick stop by the pet store to grab the latest in doggy... umm stuff, and now... She's home.

The kids and Ali love our new pet, and besides 12 lbs of poop I cleaned up this morning, I do too.

I was going to attempt to draw some deep analogy of rescue and salvation into new life from this latest experience, but I'm not anymore. I just don't have the energy.

So, welcome home (Tinker)"Belle"...

Don't poop inside again!