Puppy love

April 28, 2017



Last November our lives changed forever.

We’d been thinking about it for years and planning it for months, but on this particular day we were actually going to do it.

I will never forget the moment my husband Corey and Gypsy met.

As our greyhound was led from her kennel towards us, he whispered, “Oh, there she is. Look at her.” It was as though he had always known her.

It’s taken us a little while to adjust to having a dog in the family. We have always been cat people and sometimes Gypsy does things that leave us confused—like her habit of collecting our belongings: tokens from different family members proudly displayed around her bed.

As I look at her lying in her bed now, I can see my daughter Lucy’s left slipper, one of my socks, an empty milk carton, a packet of cards, an orange and one of our cats’ fur-balls.

There have also been occasions when we have had to discipline Gypsy.

There was the time I left my cheese and pickle sandwich on the coffee table while I made a pot of tea and she snaffled it.

Corey took it upon himself to tell Gypsy off. He looked straight into her brown eyes, saying in a soft voice, “Gypsy, why did you do that naughty thing? Don’t take Kate’s sandwich, she loves cheese,” while at the same time patting Gypsy’s head, with Gypsy wagging her tail.

While she is the family dog, she really belongs to Corey, and she loves him the most.

It’s hard to imagine a time when Gypsy wasn’t a part of our lives. Even though she loves living with us, has accepted our love (and food)—and even though Corey caters to her every whim—just five months ago she didn’t even know we existed. 

We knew about her long before she knew about us. We looked forward excitedly to the day we could collect her because, of course, she couldn’t come to our place by herself. We had to drive the 80 km to get her.

It’s like that with God. He will always take the first step to reach us. He loves us, not because of anything that we have done or because we deserve it, but because we are precious to him.  

“For this is how God loved the world: he gave his one and only son, so that everyone who believes in him will have eternal life” (John chapter 3, verse 16). 

The difference between our family and God is this: we rescued just one dog, our Gypsy. But if God was in our place, he would have taken home every greyhound in the adoption centre that wanted to go with him. In fact, he would have taken home all the lost dogs everywhere.


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