Point of No Return
The young teen had her puppy on a leash at the summer festival. The puppy was being exposed to a crowd of people, strange smells, and loud sounds, including music. I guessed that she was socializing the puppy. She kept reassuring him and he stayed calm, trusting her apparently.
It was a German Shepherd, about 12 weeks old, she told me. The puppy did not pull on its leash, even at that young age. It was sitting right by its owner’s leg, alertly taking it all in.
A dog lover myself, I complimented her well-behaved pet. I told her it was a good-looking dog and seemed very intelligent. Thinking of a stereotype for the breed, I even asked whether she was training it to be a guide dog.
“Not exactly,” she said. “This puppy is blind. I suppose you could say that I am guiding him.”
“Oh my,” I exclaimed. “That was kind of you to take on a blind puppy.”
“Well, I did not really mean to do that. We bought the dog from a breeder, and later learned, from our vet, that he is blind. Something seemed wrong. When we told the breeder the puppy she sold us was ‘defective,’ she offered us the opportunity to return it and get a different puppy from her next litter. But, of course, we were too attached by then and decided to keep Buddy.”
She hugged him. Buddy smiled.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you, Buddy?”
He is. And his owner is a good girl. They make a good pair. Bless their hearts!
I believe that God knew who this puppy needed and who this young woman needed. He was the matchmaker and God does not make mistakes.