Spitfire

This time last week I was on a mission. After watching Prissy mope around, Dave be absolutely distraught and Taylor cry herself to sleep after Bo's passing, I was on a mission to provide some joy in what was a very difficult week.

I told my man from the get-go that he needed another puppy but he declared that after watching Bo suffer, he'd rather die himself than go through that pain again. The outlook was looking bleak where adding another member of the Puppy Posse was concerned so I began to pray.

My prayer was that God would change his heart if it was something that actually would aid in the healing process. And that if I was jumping the gun, all doors would be closed. Some may think this was a trivial prayer but, honestly, I believe God is present in ALL situations and He most certainly showed up in this one, friends.

Wednesday evening when Dave got home from work, he walked straight to the computer and spent the next four hours looking at boxers. He looked all across the state for one at a rescue but, honestly, they made it so hard to save one that I realized quickly we would need to go the puppy route. Since I love babies of all breeds, this was totally cool with me. My man, however, still wasn't convinced.

Thursday was our friend Brandi's funeral. That's another post for another day because she was an amazing woman but it was a day that I had off so I scoured the online classifieds and found a very nice woman in Copperas Cove who had a litter ready for new homes. The best part? She was also off on Thursday.

After saying our final farewell to Brandi, we headed out and this is what we found...

He was a spitfire from the start and kept coming back to Dave so he could bite his finger. It was similar to how we got Bo as he chose us, not the other way around. Bo was a bit more obvious, though, as he jumped on Dave as soon as he rounded the corner. :-)

No, he does not replace Bo but he has brought much joy to what was a very sad home. In all honesty, the past two months have been a rollercoaster because we never knew when Bo would have a bad day or when "the time" would arrive. A weight has been lifted, I must admit, and we are at peace knowing he's happy and playing in heaven.

I must caution you from believing Rambo is as innocent as these pictures portray. He is not. He's stubborn as the day is long and Taylor has decided we should have named him Rambunctious. 

Some may believe we rushed into another puppy but, y'all, the fact of the matter is that we had a ton of love to give and this little guy needed a home.

His sisters' reactions are a mixed bag - Taylor adores him, Prissy likes him until she's ready for a nap and Perkie continues to be Perkie. She doesn't care for change but does appear to have an affinity for him as long as she doesn't think we're looking. :-)

One thing is for sure, he's keeping us busy.

And we feel incredibly blessed to be able to provide a loving home for another of God's creatures.

The most fun part of all? We didn't tell Taylor ANYTHING about Rambo until we got home with him and called her into the backyard. Her expression told us everything we needed to know.

Want to hear something else amazing? When we got his vet records, the clinic where he was being seen in Copperas Cove had exactly the same name as the one we had been using for Bo's surgery and subsequent care. Coincidence? 

I personally think not.