Before you get all excited by the title of this, I just need to throw it out there that no, I am not pregnant.
Ok. Now that that's out of the way...
So, hands up for those of you who have ever made a crazy, spur of the moment decision that affects the whole family and possibly even other people's families. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Or how about anyone wishing they had the guts to drastically change the dynamic in the household?
Ok, now hands up for those of you who just always want to help the underdog. Or just the dog, for that matter. I know I have a lot of friends out there with servant-hearts. Doesn't it just feel good to do good things for others? To know that you could be a hero to someone? To know that your actions just might make a difference in someone's quality of life?
Ok, now that we're on a roll, hands up for those of you who just loooooove all of God's creatures, especially dogs. I realize there will probably be fewer hands up this time, but I know that there are plenty of dog-lovers amongst my friends and definitely in my family. Right, Mom? Didn't you once want to be a veterinarian? For, like, my whole life?
Can you see where I'm going?
Tuesday morning I was going through Facebook and drinking my coffee, when I saw this cute guy in someone's status for the day:
Immediately, I called Scott at work (side note: did you know that he leaves for work at the very unGodly hour of 6:15 every morning? And that he likes it? And that he actually was the one who set his hours? Who does that? How on earth does he function?), and the conversation went like this:
Me: "I have a proposition for you."
Scott: "Oh great."
Me: "You know how Beau needs a friend?"
Scott: "No. No more dogs."
Me: "But we don't even have to pay for him! There's this dog named Cash and he needs a foster home. It says he's sweet and gentle with kids and gets along with other dogs!"
Scott: "Hm. Well, Beau does need a friend..."
Me: (squealing) "I know!! And we don't have to pay for it!"
Scott: "Ok, let's do it."
Scott: "What kind of dog is it?"
Me: "You already said we could get him."
Scott: "What KIND?"
Me: "A St. Bernard."
Scott: "How big?"
Me: (whispering) "140 pounds"
Scott: "Yes, we can try it. Beau needs a friend."
So I called the rescue and told them we could foster Cash and the next day I picked him up and he is now in our house. We now have 230 pounds of dog living in our home. Are we crazy? Maybe. But I have a feeling we just got some good brownie points with God. Maybe it'll go like this when I get to the pearly gates:
St. Peter: "Sorry, I can't let you in."
Me: "Why not?"
St. Peter: "Remember that time you threw the banana?"
Me: "Oh yeah. You're right.
But remember the time we fostered the giant dog?"
St. Peter: "Oh yeah, you're right! Come on in!"
Maybe? Just maybe?
p.s. If you're in the market for a super-sweet St. Bernard, let me know. I have a great one here. I'd keep him forever myself if I could afford to feed two huge dogs, but that's not the case.