Fast Forward from Ralph 30- Puppy Size

Saying for the Day-The greatest thing you'll ever learn Is to love and be loved in return.

Ralph Valine wrote:

Subject: Puppy Size

This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know
precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end (you'll
want to share this one with your loved ones and special friends)!

"Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to
this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since
we started all of this," the mother told the volunteer.

"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.
"Puppy size!" replied the mother.
"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."

"I know...we have seen most of them," the mom said in frustration...
Just then Danielle came walking into the office.
"Well, did you find one?" asked her mom. "No, not this time," Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?"
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's
always a supply," the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't
worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.

Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her.
They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or
we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.
"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday
morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the
section that housed the smaller dogs.

Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of
the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could
see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.
Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to
take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held
each one.

One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.

The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up
the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!"
she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"

"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the
last few weeks," Mom said.

"No not size.. the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said.
"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!"

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know
whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did
a little of both.

"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home
from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the
right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.

Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves
me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"
Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you
sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the
caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of
cool air on a hot day.They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will
be surprised at what you hear. "Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

@@@@@-News from Pigeon Falls– The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and potatoes wait to be harvested.– It is almost time to pick potatoes for the farmers of Pigeon Falls. Potato farmers have had a good year. There were non of the problems that years ago brought the pigeons here to save them. There were a few deer that were causing some problems but they just vanished. Possibly eaten by the dragon or shot by the farmer and buried as fertilizer. The DNR will never know what it is that helps potatoes grow. In your small town pecking order these are the copper casket people.
The White Rabbit was seen yesterday by the people coming in on the milk train addition. It waved and smiled at them. This was out near the Lerbut potato farm where the train slows for that big curve. The Rabbit was holding a couple of big potatoes . It had better be careful or it will join the deer. Mrs. Trumble says it just goes to prove that the White Rabbit is a demon and potato thief.
Of course, Mrs. Trumble is too busy as Mayor to chase Big White Rabbits , demonic or not. The town has all the problems of little towns, annoying dragons, poltergeists,
taxes, a failing water system, bridge that needs replacing, polluted lake, and the pigeon statue needs repainting. The town council fights a lot but doesn’t accomplish much. She also has to put up with Petrovich who constantly cries gloom and doom based on the writings of a fifteenth century , drunken Russian Monk who wrote in Coptic.
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We worked all day. Finished the second level of the train table. I have to lay some track before we can go farther. I started the changes to the blog.Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA