The blessing of a rescue

[Lilie]

The other day, we went out for a meal with my husband's family. Our nephew brought along his new girl friend.

She sat across from me. Although a very nice girl, she wasn't much for conversation. Not her fault, really. My husband's family are never at a loss for words.

While we made small talk, I mentioned I had dogs. She brightened right up and began telling me of their family dog, a rescue they adopted from a local shelter.

They weren't sure of the breed. Even the shelter she came from seemed confused as to her breed. She said it didn't matter. The dog was perfect for their family.

It seems this young lady has a younger sister at home who is a paraplegic. The rescue dog has a special relationship with the young girl who doesn't even have the ability to stoke her on the head.

I was told that the little rescue dog loves to play fetch. She'll play until your arms fall off. But she loves to play with 'her' girl more than anyone else. Surprised, I wanted to ask how but didn't want to seem rude. The only response I could find to say was, "Really?"

My nephew's girlfriend smiled and said the little dog will take the ball in her mouth, put her front legs up on the little girl's lap then flip her head so the ball flies out of her mouth. The dog barks in delight and runs after the ball, snatches it up and brings it right back to her girl.

[CassandGunnar]

They just know.
Amazing.