My husband and I adopted a two-year-old rescue dog recently. Our 17-year-old beloved dog died 4 months ago. He was our son, Jeff's dog, before Jeff died of cancer in 2010. Jeff asked us to take care of his dog, and we did! What a wonderful pet and loving companion. He helped us grieve the loss of our son and became a constant companion for us. I'm glad the Lord created pets, aren't you?

Some people have asked us why we got a rescue dog instead of a puppy. I suggested to my husband that we look for a dog that wasn't a puppy. I had heard stories of people who broke a leg or hip because their new puppy danced under their feet. Our new dog is two years old, and so sweet we began calling her Sweetie. The name the animal shelter gave her was very similar to our grandaughters. And the dog didn't seem to know it, so Sweetie is now her new name. She has been with us for almost two weeks and is doing great. She eats good, lets us know when she has to go outside, and sleeps great, too. We still haven't heard her bark, although she does whine to let us know what she needs. I discovered she likes to chew things, though.  Yesterday she found a wooden pencil I left on the floor...she crewed it into small pieces...then a few minutes later as I worked on my computer, she found the cord to my headphones and chewed them in half. Now I need new headphones!