Meet my Mr. Minnihan. He was 17 when I wrote this and 19 when he crossed over the rainbow bridge. Dachshund and Jack Russell in appearance, he was always just a little thing. But the heart and soul of this story none-the-less. Some years ago I met a gentleman over the internet. He seemed to be a fine man. That was back when I thought a guy being a fine man was enough. We had emailed a while. Then we chatted on ims for a while. When we got to the phone calls we began to consider me going up to visit him for a four day weekend.
I hadn't spent one night apart from Mr. Minnihan since I'd gotten him. I'd found him on the side of the road kinda between two towns. I never was able to find his first owner and thank God for that. But I guess because he'd lost his first owner, Mr. Minn had and still has seperation anxiety. My cards say his owner was a man who had a heart attack in a grocery store. My friends say anytime I leave them and Mr. Minn in the car to enter a store, his eyes never leave the door I entered. Sounds like I was right, but we have no proof. No matter.
So anyways, I tell this fine man about my Mr. Minnihan's seperation anxiety and ask him if I can bring the Minn with. He has to think about it. Well, you know as well I do, that's a deal breaker right there. What kind of a jerk would let my baby suffer four days? Mr. Minn is quiet, totally housebroken, and still, this guy had to think about it. I says "fine, you do that."
Then he e-mails me and explains that he's feeling a little insulted because he feels like I'm comparing him to my dog. And I write back to him and apologize for the misunderstanding, explaining to him that in his whole life he could never compare to my dog. I told him Mr. Minnihan loved me totally and unconditionally every minute of every day and would never have to think about whether or not to let a friend of mine come stay if I wanted 'em too.
I apologize to you, the reader, for enjoying telling him that. But hey, none of us are perfect.
Now I'm not saying that no man ever compared to my dog. Why my Jerry is as kind, and good to me as a human being can be. Jerry and Mr. Minn have a lot in common. For one thing, they'd never want someone to suffer on their account.
The point I'm wandering around trying to make is this:
God loves you. God loves you and me way too much to want us to settle for some chickensht that would gladly make a little dog suffer for four days just for a good time that MIGHT lead to something. Sometimes, it's the little things that should set our biggest red flags to waving.
Good news: Me an' Mr. Minnihan have been living happily after for a long time, enjoying the frequent company of a sweet heart I'd never have met if I'd settled for far less.
[photo, text and adorable pooch © lollie dot com]
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