Introducing Berwyn

Five years ago I married the love of my life. He was my high school sweetheart and remains the most stable and wonderful thing in my life. And five years ago we planned to have children "in five years." Well, as you know, we are not going to have children any time soon. There are bigger things in the way, like kidney transplants, that have to happen first. (I'll give an update on that soon, just not today.) So we decided to do the next best thing: to become parents to an adorable puppy!
This is Berwyn. (The name is Welsh for "light brown" but more importantly, sounds like BEAR.) He is a purebred Welsh Corgi (Pembroke) and he's about 2 years old. Now, Wait!, you might say. Didn't you just have that other dog that you decided not to keep? Well... yes. But this is different. The other dog was, first and foremost, too big for our lease restrictions. She was still a puppy and already over 35 pounds. Also, she was a pain in the butt. She dug up my yard and ate my okras. But she was really sweet. And she did give us the opportunity to think seriously about adopting a dog. But no.

Then, two weeks later, I get an email. It's on my work email, in the folder that is for general newsy type announcements for the whole district. A guy had a picture of a Corgi and said it was free to a good home.
I immediately started texting Sexy Lawyer Man, hoping he'd talk me into it, which he did. I emailed back a response to the owner. Nothing. Then I Google-stalked him for a while, found out we had a Facebook friend in common, and asked her to message him. Nothing. So I called his school and asked that they call him at home with my information. Then sent another email. I started to wonder why I was freaking out about this particular dog. Of course, I love corgis. I have ever since my awesome and morbidly obese Rugby (1991-2003). And why was I suddenly ok with getting a pet? A kitten came along and it wasn't the right time, too much money. And Calamity Jane, the big yellow dog. Not the right time. But within a few moments of seeing the opportunity for this dog, my entire outlook changed. I decided that for once I'll take my husband's approach and just trust that things will work out alright. And I say Sure! Let's do it! I'm not sure why, but this little guy just grabbed my heart.

And then I wait for four days. Finally, yesterday, the phone call came. Long story short, we came home with a dog last night! But here's the cool part: I paid our pet deposit, which came to $550 for the year. Two hours later, Sexy Lawyer Man came in with the mail, which included a refund check from some old medical expenses in the amount of $556! What great luck! So I suppose that just trusting that things will work out may be the way I should approach more things in life.