Post by AliBullie on Sept 29, 2006 19:59:15 GMT 1
>Puppy size...
>
>"Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back
>to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now
>since we started all of this," the mother told the volunteer.
>
>"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.
>
>"Puppy size!" replied the mother.
>
>"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking
>for."
>
>"I know...we have seen most of them," the mom said in
>frustration...
>
>Just then Danielle came walking into the office.
>
>"Well, did you find one?" asked her mom. "No, not this time,"
>Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back
>on the weekend?"
>
>The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and
>laughed.
>
>"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately,
>there's always a supply, "the volunteer said.
>
>Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door.
>"Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.
>
>Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations
>with her.
>
>They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or
>we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.
>
>"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either,"
>Mom added.
>
>Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday
>morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right
>for the section that housed the smaller dogs.
>
>Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end
>of the first row of cages There was an observation window so you
>animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.
>
>Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to
>could see the take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought
>out and she held each one. One by one she said, "Sorry, you're
>not the one."
>
>It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.
>
>The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked
>up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
>
>"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!"
>she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"
>
>"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the
>last few weeks," Mom said.
>
>"No not size ---- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he
>sighed," she said.
>
>"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you
>told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love,
>the bigger the sigh!"
>
>The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to
>laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the
>child, she did a little of both.
>
>"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come
>home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would
>find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.
>
>Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he
>loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"
>
>
>Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes
>you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the
>caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush
>of cool air on a hot day.
>
>They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you
>will be surprised at what you hear. "Life is not measured by the
>breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
>
>"Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back
>to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now
>since we started all of this," the mother told the volunteer.
>
>"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.
>
>"Puppy size!" replied the mother.
>
>"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking
>for."
>
>"I know...we have seen most of them," the mom said in
>frustration...
>
>Just then Danielle came walking into the office.
>
>"Well, did you find one?" asked her mom. "No, not this time,"
>Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back
>on the weekend?"
>
>The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and
>laughed.
>
>"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately,
>there's always a supply, "the volunteer said.
>
>Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door.
>"Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.
>
>Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations
>with her.
>
>They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or
>we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.
>
>"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either,"
>Mom added.
>
>Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday
>morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right
>for the section that housed the smaller dogs.
>
>Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end
>of the first row of cages There was an observation window so you
>animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.
>
>Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to
>could see the take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought
>out and she held each one. One by one she said, "Sorry, you're
>not the one."
>
>It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.
>
>The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked
>up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
>
>"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!"
>she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"
>
>"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the
>last few weeks," Mom said.
>
>"No not size ---- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he
>sighed," she said.
>
>"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you
>told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love,
>the bigger the sigh!"
>
>The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to
>laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the
>child, she did a little of both.
>
>"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come
>home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would
>find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.
>
>Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he
>loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"
>
>
>Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes
>you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the
>caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush
>of cool air on a hot day.
>
>They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you
>will be surprised at what you hear. "Life is not measured by the
>breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."