
If you've had any "dog talk" with me in the last 2 years, you know I've always said I'd never get another dog. I think God must have a sense of humor because Shackleford is at my feet snoring right now and my kitchen floor has drops of slobber all over it.
Browse back in this blog about 20 months and you'll find the "Dog Gone" post. That was about a month after Jake was released from the NICU and my stress level was through the roof. Shack had to go! I was physically exhausted and flat couldn't take care of him, so I found a nice family in Arlington....
Okay, fast forward to Saturday when I get this phone message from this Arlington vet saying we found your English Bulldog. "He's here, so you can come pick him up any time." What?! Apparently someone found him wondering around in their front yard and took him up to the vet. The vet ran a check on his tags and our name was still connected to those numbers. I don’t have the contact info for the family we gave him to, so I guess he’s ours again.
The timing is what really has me stunned. On Thursday last week, Henry was pushing this little stuffed dog around the house. He pulled the cart right up next to me and said,
"Mama, I want Shack-Shack back."
"Honey, we can't get Shack back. Remember we gave him to another family."
"But I miss him"

"Sorry baby but you told mommy you didn't like Shack and we got rid of him. If we take him from that family, then they will miss him. I'm sorry ~"
Henry's been carrying this stuffed dog around all weekend and keeps telling us he wants a "real dog". We told him we had a surprise for him after school on Monday. He's pretty excited. Now we need to run up to the pet store and re-buy all the stuff we gave away. I asked Henry if we should take Shack to the store with us and he said "No, I don't want him to get lost." Guess he's a keeper.