Day 113: World, meet Sheba

10547552_10204042619523927_3570458106325962941_nThis morning Mr. Universe and I got up bright and early to start our trek to meet Sheba (formerly known as Vivaca).  I’ll admit I was a bit groggy because I was so excited last night I struggled to fall asleep.  It felt a little like I was six years old and it was the night before Christmas…only this time, I knew I was getting a puppy in the morning.

The two hour drive to meet her might as well have been two days.  It felt like forever.  I was trying to keep my wits about me and not get too excited…or at least not tip my hat to Mr. Universe that I was as giddy as a toddler at the prospect of finally getting a dog.

I think it was about three years ago when I mentioned to Mr. Boss Man on a run at a conference that I was thinking about getting a dog.  Knowing that I was newly divorced and spending a fair amount of time on the road, he tried to talk me out of it.  

I guess he succeeded because I held off until now.  Maybe moreso than convincing me I didn’t need…or want…a dog, he convinced me that I didn’t live a lifestyle that was conducive to having a dog.  

But as I sit here with Sheba curled up on my lap…her brownish, gray, lavender eyes looking up at me…my face smelling of puppy breath because I can’t stop kissing her or letting her lick my face…as I sit here looking at her while I write this post, I couldn’t be happier.

Not just because I finally got a dog — correction, finally allowed myself to get a dog — but happy because I’m living a life I want to live.  I’m making decisions that make me happy.  I’m doing the things I used to talk about doing…dreamt about doing.  I’m not letting grass grow.  Four days after Mr. Universe moved in, we are the proud parents of a beautiful tuxedo American Bulldog.  I think my heart my burst.

World, meet Sheba. ❤

 

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