In January, we became the proud new parents of an abandoned 6 month old Rat Terrier, or as Sophi said the other day, Rat Dog. Some, and I can only say, IDIOT abandoned this little tiny short haired dog in Northern Michigan in the coldest part of the year. Monster.

She’s amazing. She’s smart. She’s quiet (she goes days without barking). And she’s funny. She has a purple owl that used to squeak. She beat the squeak out of it in 2 weeks. She flips it and shakes it and chases it. And if you don’t realize she wants to play, she holds it in her mouth and beats your leg with it. Or, if I’m typing on the computer, my hand and the computer.

She puts up with all the abuse her loving children dish out. She’s been completely non-aggressive. And if I was her, I’d have bit those girls long ago.

She is one of the most amazing gifts God has ever given us. She’s perfect for our family. She makes us happy and brings us closer together. I was really nervous when we chose to take her in, but she is certainly a good example of how we should listen to God even if we’re scared and unsure. I am so blessed.