If you follow me on Instagram, you know that in July, we added to our little family. We picked up a sweet, tiny fur ball about 2 hours from Charlotte and never looked back. I’m quite attached to this fluffy thing and find it terribly hard to leave her when it’s time to go to work. It’s funny because Greg searched for a Teddy Bear breed for about 6 months because I told him that I was fine with a hypoallergenic tiny dog. I wanted a hypoallergenic dog because a bunch of my close friends have allergies and wanted a small dog because I grew up with bigger dogs that loved acres of land and we don’t have acres near us right now. When he found a breeder (he did look for one to rescue but was not successful), I actually said no because I didn’t really want one. Greg tried and tried to persuade me to the point where I said “FINE! We will go look.” As soon as I told my Daddy that we were going to look, he said, “it’s the puppy close! You’ll come home with one now.” He was right.
As soon as we walked into the house, there were 3 of the cutest puppies staring up at us. We came to look at an all white one but little spotted “Lulu” made her way into my lap to snuggle up. I was done after that. I looked at Greg and said, “this is the one. Let’s go.” People say that dogs pick you and they are absolutely right. Little Lulu (now, Hazel) picked me and I’m so glad she did because she’s now mine f o r e v e r. Insert cheesy music here.
8 Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, 9 for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:8-9