This was sent to me thought I would share.........
"She keeps
repeating it over and over
again. We've been back to
this shelter at least
five times. It has been
weeks now since we started
all of this," the woman
told the volunteer.
"What is it she
keeps asking for?" she
asked. "Puppy size!"
"We have plenty of
puppies, if that's
what
she's looking for." "I
know. We have seen
most of them," she
said in frustration.
Just then the young
child came walking in the
office. "Well, did you
find one?"
"No, not this
time," she 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.
The young child
took her mother by the
hand and headed to the
door. "Don't worry, I
bet we'll find one this
weekend," the child 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, the young
child 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.
The young girl
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.
Mom, startled by
all the commotion, came
running. "What? Are you
sure? How do you
know?" she asked.
"It's the puppy sighs!"
"Yes, it the same
size as all the other
puppies you held the last
few weeks," mom said.
"No, not 'size' --
sighs. When I held
him
in my arms he sighed," she
said.
"So?"
"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 sighs!"
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
her 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 a Boxer
"She keeps
repeating it over and over
again. We've been back to
this shelter at least
five times. It has been
weeks now since we started
all of this," the woman
told the volunteer.
"What is it she
keeps asking for?" she
asked. "Puppy size!"
"We have plenty of
puppies, if that's
what
she's looking for." "I
know. We have seen
most of them," she
said in frustration.
Just then the young
child came walking in the
office. "Well, did you
find one?"
"No, not this
time," she 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.
The young child
took her mother by the
hand and headed to the
door. "Don't worry, I
bet we'll find one this
weekend," the child 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, the young
child 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.
The young girl
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.
Mom, startled by
all the commotion, came
running. "What? Are you
sure? How do you
know?" she asked.
"It's the puppy sighs!"
"Yes, it the same
size as all the other
puppies you held the last
few weeks," mom said.
"No, not 'size' --
sighs. When I held
him
in my arms he sighed," she
said.
"So?"
"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 sighs!"
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
her 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 a Boxer
:p
