Give Me My Puppy

I'm a songwriter.  So I write a lot of songs.  I write them when I'm happy.  And when I'm sad. And when I'm anxious. 

After I picked out my puppies, I had to wait to bring them home because they weren't yet old enough.  Ten long days.  And about half way into those ten days, I emailed the breeder and asked her to send me pictures of both puppies' mother and father, as well as a photo of the puppies themselves.

She emailed me a picture of my boy, but the picture she sent me of my girl was not my girl.  It was another puppy I had held earlier, before I found Lucy.  The puppy's face wasn't as white as my Lucy's face.  And the other puppy wasn't even a girl, but a boy!  And in the picture she sent me, I could see his penis!!! 

But she told me, that was the puppy, a female,  I picked and put the deposit down on.  The other puppy had been sold. She went on to say that was the only puppy she ever took a picture of me with, and so she knew that was my puppy.

I hate confrontation.  And I hate phone calls.  So rather than argue on the phone, I decided to wait until I picked my puppies up.  I had pictures of my own, on my computer, to prove my girl was my girl!

I had picked out my puppies thoughtfully and carefully.  I picked my boy for his calm nature.  And I picked my little girl for the sweet look in her eyes when I picked her up.  I liked how my two puppies  melted into my lap together.  And there was something about this little girl, that reminded me of my other girl, Zoe.

So I said my prayers.  I asked my Mom if she could make sure I get the right puppy.  And I asked Scout and Zoe if they could make sure I get the puppies intended for me.  

I'm pretty sure I've got some pretty powerful angels helping me out.  Because, Hallelujah!, when I got there, the lady told me that she had in fact sent me the wrong picture.  It would have been super fantastic if she had called, or shot me an email to let me know.  I would've had about 4 extra nights of sleep, and my drive to pick up my puppies that morning would've been full of joyous excitement rather than angst.

Oh, but I got a little song out of it...  It helped me pass the time.

Give me my puppy- I know she's mine
She's got a red face with lots of white
When I held her I knew she was the one
She reminded me of someone that I loved

So I've got to take her home
It's just too bad if she got double sold
She is coming home with me
And we'll be a family

I've got pictures to prove it, I don't care what you say
I know my puppy cuz  I chose her on that day
Something in her face, something in her eyes
She told me plainly that she wanted to be mine

So I've got to take her home
It's just too bad if she got double sold
She is coming home with me
And we'll be a family