This week, we brought a new dog into our home.
Her name is Betty Boop, but we call her BeBe for short.
She's a Boston terrier and a bundle of energy.
With her extra-short nose and big, bulging eyes, she looks a little like Yoda in a tuxedo. She's wild and in your face - snorting and trying to lick your checks and nose. She paws at your hair.
It's a little much.
This morning, I was trying to get her to go outside. When she wouldn't, I reached down to get her collar - not to be mean, but like I would have for my old hounds.
But unlike them, she didn't decide to head for the door.
Instead, she let out an extra high-pitched yelp and jerked and growled (I think it was a growl. I'm still trying to tell those from her snorts.)
I jumped back in surprise.
It's funny, but Chuck or our son, Zach, can reach down and pet her. When I put my hand out, she ducks away.
People at work think that her previous owners, who had four kids and other pets, probably weren't too nice to her. She seems to really like men, so folks at work think that the kids or the mom might not have treated her so well.
They say it will take time, but they think we can work with her.
My husband, Chuck, absolutely adores our new dog.
I'm still adjusting.
I miss Abby and Jughead. I grew up with a beagle named, Trixie, and I think I'm partial to hounds.
But I did pray that God would give us the right new dog.
So I'm taking this day by day.
And I'm thinking about how God works with us after we've had bad experiences in life.
He's good and patient. He gently guides us and looks for the best us.
"Love is patient, love is kind. ... It is not rude, it is not self-seeking; it is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs ... it always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." 1 Cor. 13:4-7
Maybe God is trying to teach me something through BeBe.
Maybe I'll go sit down and pet her and remind her, if necessary once again, that my nose doesn't need washing and my eyeglasses don't need re-adjusting.