It was the first week of September – before Labor Day – and I was perusing facebook during dead times at work when I happened to see a friend’s post telling of the heartbreaking decision that she and her husband had come to shortly before. They needed to re-home their Yorkshire terrier. They had both lost their jobs and were facing the very real possibility of moving in with her parents, breaking their lease, and on the brink of financial collapse. Desperate times were calling for desperate measures.
She posted a photo and I was hooked. My husband and I had very recently begun discussing the need for our Cady to have a little sister and playmate as Bebe was seven-years-old and didn’t want to play as much as Cady, who will celebrate one year on this earth in the middle of November. I corresponded back and forth with my friend while unbeknownst to me, my husband was doing the same. He also saw the post and thought the same thing. We felt God was placing this tiny dog in our path for Cady and us.
Eventually it was my friend who spilled the beans saying that she knew it was meant to be when my husband was also messaging her. I smiled. Yay, we would be adding to the family sooner than later.
We made arrangements and met just about halfway between our homes. Daughter and I drove up to pick up our newest family member. So precious and such a good car traveler. Even in the thunderstorm that followed us nearly the whole way home, she was calm.
Once we got home with her, my husband and I went through several names. Trying to pick the perfect one. Since I can’t have anymore biological children (darn menopause), we had decided earlier that our pups would have children names – family names.
Before long, a name was chosen.
Just Stella, no middle. When I finally took to Instagram to announce her arrival, I chose the hashtag #StellaBarker due to her penchant for actually barking. Our sweet Cady Elizabeth cries instead of actual barking most of the time.
Each November, I write a simple blog post giving thanks for something or someone. Follow along and remember to say “Thank You”.
40-something mama, wife, blogger – who shares her crafty and ordinary life with her family, their three tiny dogs, a fat tortoiseshell cat, – and LuLaRoe Independent Retailer with a sewing studio boutique that is a work in progress.
A native Texan, who spent one year in Georgia and over a decade as a single mom, is now happily married and sharing her opinions on products and life in photos and words strung together.