The old adage every boy needs a puppy is sometimes changed to every puppy needs a boy. I think both statements are true in this are for the puppy, Grant, and the boy, me.
Grant had a rough first year. He had staples in his stomach when Marybeth adopted him because he had been kicked down the stairs, most likely by a male. Little did Grant know at that point eventually his best friend would be a male, a boy in many senses.
Deep down, I always wanted a dog who would be my best friend. Who would follow me around and want to hang out with me whenever I was at home.
But I don't think Grant knew he wanted a boy. He was so traumatized by his experiences that the rescue organization would not allow him to be adopted by a male. But the universe decided he needed a boy no matter what he thought and that boy would be 38!
Neither one of us expected to find what we found but I have found my puppy and Grant has found his boy.
I am thankful that Grant considers me his boy. He has taught me that no matter what point we are in our lives we can find the things that we dream about/need even if we don't know we need it. And embracing those things can change our lives in good ways.
Thanks G for teaching me to embrace the things that come our way even if we don't know we want/need it. I have much to learn!
And yes Grant, I am proud to be your boy.
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