It was very early on a Sunday morning when I heard a baby's cry outside. So I hopped up to see where the crying was coming from. And there he was 7-8 weeks old on my front porch unable to come down....deposited by possibly an angel. I was not ready for a dog at all. But his plans were to melt our hearts. HE CAME, HE STOLE OUR HEARTS AND HE WILL STAY. Now two weeks later he is double his size and weight. We named him Mickey like Mickey Mouse. Blessings come in an instant when you least expect it!! At least that is the way we are choosing to look at it. One thing for sure. My focus has shifted from worry and anxiety to a little dog who needs me.... the other things will take care of themselves!

I WAS LOST NOW I AM FOUND....

