We've been to the vet two of the past three days. (And, on the phone daily with our vet, my aunt, and the ER vet.) Our puppy is pretty sick.
(I'm hoping this is not the reason why he is so good... Sigh. Don't tell me he's going to turn into crazy pup when he feels better or I might keep him sick.)
I called back the pound who had assured me that he was healthy (vet checked) and had all his deworming and shots done. Turns out they missed a lot- even illness that is contagious to children. Grrr. I asked them to call the families who adopted all his litter-mates to be sure they are getting proper care.
(The vet thinks he is Australian shepherd/collie mix.)
Because he won't eat, I've cooked almost as much for him as I have for my family (eggs, chicken, chopmeat, nasty wet-warm dog food). Ha. (To be honest, Jakob has been a great chef/nurse this weekend also.)
As I sat on my kitchen floor, hand feeding this sweet pup scrambled eggs, I couldn't help but think how grateful I am that we got this pup because we can help him. We are saving his life. He will bless our lives and we are blessing his. (Isn't it always like that?!)
Last night, my youngest girls were asleep while Todd and I played a game with the bigger kids. We started reminiscing about funny things the kids said when they were younger. Everyone was laughing together while our little pooch slept curled up at our feet. Todd caught my eye and smiled while he mouthed, "We have good kids Jen."
I got my used copy of The Tasha Tudor Cookbook in the mail. (I'm on a Tasha Tudor kick these days.) In the introduction she says, "And don't look for shortcuts; all good and worthwhile things take time and effort."
There is nothing more worthwhile.
I hope I never look for shortcuts.
I hope I never begrudge a little effort.
Life is good.