Our family of love is growing.

by Leonie Dawson on February 27, 2009

Hola gorgeous Goddesses!

Four years ago,
something funny happened.
I was gardening in the front yard,
and a little golden dog ran up to me.
He played with me for a while.
I called him Boz
I tried to find his owners, but couldn’t, and I let him on his merry way…
he was a dog who knew where he wanted to go… a little and sweet gypsy dog, who I promptly named Boz.

Something funny happened though.
His appearance in my life made room and space for a dog to enter.
He whispered to me that it was time.
His muddy paws touched my heart.

A week later, we found Charlie at the pound, and our lives have never been the same since.

Charlie is our happy healer dog, our heart’s blossom, our joyful buddy, my studio mate, and our kindred spirit.

It’s been perfectly amazing.

He is the third part of our family of love.

And then… this week… I heard about dogs that needed rehoming in Victoria after the bushfires. And I opened the photos, and in there, there was a beautiful little happy black dog named Chico who smiled into my heart.

I sent them to Chris and said “We need to drive down to Victoria this weekend and get this puppy”.
(Victoria is 8 hours drive away)
And he said okay.
And I called, and found out all the dogs were already rehomed, which was wonderful.

Something funny happened though.
Chico had already placed his muddy paws in my heart.
He had breathed possibility into my life.
He made room in my heart to show me that our family of love had space for another.
He had showed me what was to come.
His appearance in my life made room and space for a dog to enter.
He whispered to me that it was time.

So this morning, I said to Chris:
It’s time. We need to find our second dog. I know he’s out there. I’ve already started seeing him next to Charlie.

And so it was.

Back to the pound where we found Charlie.

Back to searching each cage, looking at fifty different faces – brown, white, black, red, fluffy, spotty, big, tiny, shivering, finger-licking, yapping, gentle puppies.

When we found Charlie, he was sitting in the middle of his pen – not jumping, not barking. Just sitting. Waiting for us.

In a cage, we found Benny. Sitting in the middle of his pen – not jumping, not barking. Just sitting. Waiting for us.

We opened the pen, and there he was – the sweetest, heart-filled little white and tan silky terrier. He has the most adorable little underbite and spirally tail in the world. He made us smile with glee. He nuzzled our faces. His little paws were friends. He touched our hearts.

So we have a week to wait, as we had with Charlie.

Benny is a stray, and may already have a mama and papa out there looking for him – which will be beautiful if that’s the case, and we will continue looking for the puppy who needs us just as much as we need him.

But if in a week, he’s still there, he will be coming home with us.

Home to our family that has room for four.
Home to a family that’s heart has been paint stained with muddy paws and puppy kisses and all the love under the sun.

I’ll let you know… how this beautiful journey goes… into a whole new place of love… and finding the beautiful puppy soul who is destined to be in our little family of love.

Sometimes, funny things happen.
And we’re never the same again.

Biiiig love of rainbow joy,

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