On some (or most) days I swear that I'll never own a dog again. They're so much work, especially when they're not trained well, like ours. The feeding, the barking, and the jumping begins to take a toll. Wilma could certainly compete for the world's barkiest dog and Zazua is a mental case, seriously. However, owning our rescue dog, Wilma, reminds me of the joy and unconditional love that a pet offers. Despite the thousands we'e spent on her medical care, her incessant yapping, and her inclination to lick herself, she's honestly the sweetest little dog.
I didn't think Wilma would be too interested in Addie once she arrived, imagining she would continue life with the same sweet, yet aloof manner. But our morkie and daughter are completely taken with one another. Wilma has turned into Addie's protector, food cleaner-upper, and entertainment. Watching these two together makes me feel so blessed that God put Wilma in our path. She makes our child feel loved and happy and she's also teaching her the importance of gentleness and friendship. Who knew all this could come from a tiny mutt?
Yesterday, I came into the playroom to find Wilma and Addie having a tea party and then this morning she allowed Addie to decorate her coat in stickers. Adeline did reward Wilma's participation with food on both occasions. I'm thankful for these moments in which God reminds me that the dedication and responsibility we put into our pets brings sincere merriment to our lives, and is totally worth it...most days =).