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Beanie Weanies and Fluff



    Those of you who are pet people may understand the joys of owning a "fur baby". As a newly wed couple we followed the rule: plants, pets, people. If you own a plant and it doesn't die, you're good to own a pet. If the pet doesn't die, you're good to start having people (babies). I'm not very good with house plants but we thought we'd take a chance on the whole pet thing, in hopes that it would survive and we could move on to people,  AKA babies. 
   We got an adorable little beagle/dachshund mix, a Beanie weanie, if I may. We named him Hokie, seeing as how we are big Virginia Tech fans. 
    Trying to train a dog isn't the easiest thing in the world but we did our best. In an effort to house break our little dude, we went out on a limb and gave him the freedom he so deserved. It was going to be a long day and we just couldn't bear the thought of caging him for so many hours, so we let him roam free in the house. 
   I put out "puppy pads", gave him plenty of food and water, and we said our goodbyes. I didn't have a good feeling in the first place but it had to be done. After we left, all I could think was, "What is he into, now?". I wondered if he was chewing shoes, messing in the house, or maybe hung himself with a lamp cord.
       The last time we tried to give him some freedom, we gated him in the bathroom. We returned home after an hour or so and he had chewed up the wall, pooped in the middle of the toilet cover, tore the shower curtain down and dragged in through the house. We thought this was a cry for more freedom and maybe the gate we had put up made him feel confined. He had done well after that little incident but we had only left him for, maybe, 30 minutes at a time. 
      We were gone quite some time and my nerves were so scattered. We pulled into the driveway and I could see the blinds in our front window hanging off the wall. I jumped out of the car, tip toed onto the porch, and peered into the small square window on our front door. 
I gasped. JD rushed to my aid,"Honey! Are you okay?!", he asked. I stared at him for a second and said,"You better go first because if I go in first I might kill him." My husband's face went from confusion to panic, he peeked into the little window and cried,"HOKIE!!!" We opened the door to find our little dog sitting so pretty in the middle of our living room floor. His tale was wagging and he was surrounded  by the remains of my brand new sofa. 
The blinds were torn down the wall, lamp pulled over, cushions pulled from the couch and chewed. It was such a horrific sight that I had to take pictures. 


"A picture is worth a thousand words" 



                     (My precious husband)

  

       My husband helped me clean the mess. I prayed, I cried, and then I laughed. We cleaned foam and fluff from the floor. I crammed stuffing back down into the cushions, held my breath and returned them to the sofa. I stepped back and took a look. The gnarled sides of the cushions were hidden and my sofa looked brand new again. How or why Hokie only chewed the back side of my sofa, I have no idea, but it saved his life.


      I thank God that we didn't have to buy a new sofa. I'm thankful that my dog didn't choke on my couch and die. And I'm so very thankful that even when I don't have it all together, I have Jesus. He will wrap His loving arms around you and pick up the pieces. All you have to do is give Him your heart and follow Him. He will do the rest. 

"God, pick up the pieces. Put me back together again. You are my praise." 

Jeremiah 17:14 (MSG) 

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