Okay, so I got a little sidetracked manifesting a miracle. Can you blame me? Really? Three weeks ago I walked into Petsmart and saw a sweet puppy named Hailey. I have seen cute puppies before, but she was extra cute. One week ago I went back to Petsmart to look at the puppies from 4 Luv of Dog Rescue, an amazing organization in our region that helps place puppies that have been abandoned or abused. Hailey wasn’t there, but there was another puppy that was very very sweet. I asked the woman holding the puppy where Hailey was. She told me Hailey had gotten adopted, but this was her sister, Meesha. In a room full of 20 barking dogs, Meesha just sat quietly, looking around. Her little gray face looked like it had been dipped into an ink well and smudged. Her fuzzy white tail curled behind her, and her white body was spotted with rust, while on her back were three perfect large circles of rust. Her little eyes were rimmed in black, her ears half flopped over when she was looking right at you. I felt something in my body shift a little, and I knew I was looking at our next dog. But how to get her? Impossible. We hadn’t even filled out application papers yet, Steve was adamant that we not get another dog until spring, and somebody else had probably already expressed interest in her.
But I decided to get bold and manifest a miracle, so I even created a Vision Board! I abhor “The Secret” and everything they did to bastardize the ancient law of attraction to make it more marketable to materialistic people. But I DO believe in the power of intention and manifestation (as long as it’s in line with my Highest Good). I begged Steve, cajoled him, bugged him, nagged him, incessantly. I was feeling sick one day, and Steve asked what would make me feel better. “Meesha” I whispered, huddled under the covers trying not to throw up. A week and a day ago I walked Steve out from the Boy Scout meeting and asked him if I could get my Christmas present early. “Meesha?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay!” he said. WHAT? Okay? I got my application sent in - they didn’t get it. I e-mailed it three days later, still not even knowing if Meesha was still available. With her high level of sweetability, I was sure she would get snapped up quickly. But I continued to believe. Then a strange thing started happening. The first night I was tucking Bill in, and I could feel Meesha’s presence curled up at the foot of Bill’s bed. The next day I could hear her little toenails clicking on our floor. Keep in mind she was not with us.
Last Wednesday sweet Cindy, Meesha’s foster mom, said she could come over for the home visit, and bring Meesha. She also let me know that we would be able to keep her right away! I told Bill the night before that we should stop talking about Meesha, because we didn’t know if we could get her, and we should probably not think about it because it would be too sad if we didn’t get her. They came over at 2:30, and Bill called a few minutes later to get help bringing home everything he’d need for Thanksgiving vacation. When we walked in through the garage door, Meesha padded silently over to him. “Meesha! You’re here for your home visit!” Cindy said quietly, “She’s all yours, Bill - you get to keep her!”
Bill looked over at me, his eyes wide, his mouth open, then he opened his arms and we just hugged. Yes, I cried. I would not have ever believed that there could be as sweet a dog as Meesha in the world. She is smart, sweet, potty-trained, quiet (she just doesn’t bark, unless she’s trying to get Jack our cat to play with her - so far he refuses, but I know he’ll cave someday soon), and very very beautiful. I believe in miracles, and I am so thankful that Steve let us get her, I’m thankful to 4 Luv of Dog for all of their beautiful Work in the area, I’m grateful to Cindy for working so hard to let us get Meesha, and to Patty for all of her support, and to Bill for being so good with her.
So while I’m rounding the NaNo corner at 46,000 words and heading for the 50,000 word home, I gratefully accept Meesha into the equation, and keep writing, despite the fact that I would just love to be down on the floor at this very moment, cuddling her and telling her how much I love her. Who would’ve thought we could be so happy? And why shouldn’t we be? Life is wonderful and fabulous and precious. And so is Meesha.