It was one of those lazy, hot summer days. We were bored. It was time for an adventure. My girlfriend, her son, my daughter and I, got into the car and went for a drive in the country to a small town County Fair.
All the ingredients one would expect at a small town Fair were there. There were tables set out displaying the best Petunias, Roses, and Geraniums. Someone’s Grandma won a First Place, shiny ribbon for knitting, someone else for quilting, and someone else for the best strawberry jam. There was cow roping. There was even a petting zoo with piglets, ducklings and a few goats to the delight of so many children. What intrigued me the most though was something in the corner, sleeping on a bed of hay. Snuggled on top of one another and lovingly entwined was a whole lot of puppies. I could not believe what I was seeing! One, two three…no, nine Irish Wolfhound puppies! For as long as I can remember, I dreamed of one day owning an Irish Wolfhound!
Most people when they spend a day at a County Fair and Rodeo go home with mustard stains on their t-shirts, remnants of the delicious hot dogs they gorged on, crusty hair from the dust kicked up from the bull riding, cranky children, sun burnt faces and sticky cotton candy stuck between their fingers – all evidence of a day well spent. Not me. I came home with a 40 pound puppy. But first, I had to hit every bank in the small town so I could take out enough cash to purchase him.
My girlfriend tried, to no avail, to talk some sense into me. I fell hard and there was no denying – I was in love with a beautiful, sleepy hound and he was waiting for me to take him home.
It was tenacity in it’s purest form that allowed me to haul my new baby through the Recreation Centre and then across the grounds to our car. I put the puppy onto my daughter’s lap and amidst laughter at the size of him we took a photo and texted it to my husband ( who, by the way, was completely out of the loop and did not know what had transpired in the last hour, and that our grocery budget was about to spontaneously combust).
The text was simple. “We are coming home” Photo enclosed.
Our life has been blessed many, many times over…
Happy Birthday Ben!
P.S. This photo was taken today through an open window in our home. Straight out of the camera!
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