When Mom was a little girl she would always end up on the playground on the Teeter Totter with a kid who didn't play fair. It seemed she spent hours UP in the air or smacking the ground hard instead of balancing the board between two people. Somehow even when she grew up she has measured her life by seeing that teeter totter in her brain.
says she has SOOOOO many blessings in her life, her girls, her
grandmonsters, dad, us, her bloggy friends and on and on...and we sit on
one side of the totter so to keep it even and balanced she tries to do
good things in life, like be a good listener, send cards and good
thoughts, donate when she can, and so on. Not huge newsworthy things but
the little things behind the scenes. Sometimes that teeter totter has
not been very balanced and she has hit the ground hard but it always
found its way back to even.
Mom is a believer in signs
and all week she has been wrestling with something. Yesterday she read
words that Mother Teresa had written and basically they said, "to do
good even if people laugh, to care even if they don't understand why you
do it...." So basically Mom took that as "be true to yourself even if
people think you have cobwebs for brains...." So this is our story.
has been thinking and thinking about getting a senior boy pug. She
misses having a boy around the house, she misses Sammer and her teeter
totter is not balanced with two pugs only with three. She has put it
off cos she worries about ..is it fair to us, to the grandmonsters, does
she have enuf monies, will her friends laugh, will..will..will....she
has even came close a couple of times and called about a senior in a
shelter but they were always gone....so she keeps putting her thoughts
back into the memory box until a few days ago....she found out that a 8
week old black male pug was born blind and will live the rest of his
life probably in a basement in a cage if someone doesn't give him a
home, or worse. She told Dad the story and they went to see him. (Mom
had already named him Angus on the way just in case..you know how it
is....) Well they met baby angus and he looked just like me only silver
grey which is strange for a pug and he had a cute smooshed in face, but
one of his eye pupils was bright red, and the other eye cloudy white.
He was shaking and scared. Mom and Dad wilted on the vine. Mom made
herself tough tho and told his owner the ONLY way she would take him is
if she took him to the Vet on Wed. (yesterday) and got a clean bill of
health, and proved to Mom he was not in any pain. She can handle blind
but not a suffering puppy. The vet called Mom late yesterday and said
Angus is fine, just blind. So Mom and Dad talked it over, with us, with
the vet, with God and decided that even tho he isn't the senior pug that
mom wanted, he is a pug in need.
We don't know if we
are doing the right thing, we just know that it is going to be alot of
work, and take alot of love, and thank the Lord those things are free.
So ...this is what has been keeping Mom up late at night. Balancing the