A New Home

So I find myself, unexpectedly the new welcoming committee of the Thrift/Yon household. I am totally excited about it, but it leaves me time to reflect. Dozer is 3 years old and was rescued from the shelter. Who knows how much longer he would have stayed if they had passed him by. He has the cutest grin about him, one that says, "despite the horrible experiences I have been through, I know it will get better." Well I guess I just perceive that he says this; either way, I imagine the families he once belonged to. He must have thought THIS family will be different; they won't send me back, I have found my home. And yet, until this afternoon he was in a constant state of unsettledness. Until this morning he hadn't tasted the abounding love that two lovely and caring girls can give to a complete stranger. Though he is simply a dog, this doesn't take away the application of a universal truth. Universal Truth: We all desire a place to be completely and irrevocably loved. A place of solid understanding, where you are known and accepted. If it were possible that this place existed somewhere in this vast universe, would you believe it? You may find a temporary substitute for an omnibenevolent God, but there will never be that fastidious assurance found in finite human.