Updated: Dec 27, 2021
The two hour drive to meet her might as well have been two days. It felt like forever. I was trying to keep my wits about me and not get too excited…or at least not tip my hat to Mr. Universe that I was as giddy as a toddler at the prospect of finally getting a dog.
I think it was about three years ago when I mentioned to Mr. Boss Man on a run at a conference that I was thinking about getting a dog. Knowing that I was newly divorced and spending a fair amount of time on the road, he tried to talk me out of it.
I guess he succeeded because I held off until now. Maybe more so than convincing me I didn’t need…or want…a dog, he convinced me that I didn’t live a lifestyle that was conducive to having a dog.
But as I sit here with Sheba curled up on my lap…her brownish, gray, lavender eyes looking up at me…my face smelling of puppy breath because I can’t stop kissing her or letting her lick my face…as I sit here looking at her while I write this post, I couldn’t be happier.
Not just because I finally got a dog — correction, finally allowed myself to get a dog — but happy because I’m living a life I want to live.
I’m making decisions that make me happy. I’m doing the things I used to talk about doing…dreamt about doing. I’m not letting grass grow. F
our days after Mr. Universe moved in, we are the proud parents of a beautiful tuxedo American Bulldog. I think my heart my burst.
World, meet Sheba. ❤