Some of you may recall this picture.

There's so many choices in life we make. Sometimes we choose a path wondering of it'll be just a meander or a new direction. In my life God has always used times of change to help mould me in to the wonderful lady He knows I have the potential to be. He uses these times to show me what good and bad choices I have made with the type of people I have surrounded myself with. Let me tell you, I've been on a streak because I have the most amazing group of friends and family. Most of all I am amazed at how blessed I am to have found a boyfriend who doesn't just support me but pushes me to be better. I never knew I could have a relationship like this.

So......that's my academy award speech to tell all of you I'm returning to my true and first love. I've been buried in books and flying and it all paid off earlier this month. I received an offer by an airline to attend ground school next month! So say a prayer for me and wish me "smarts" because an invitation to ground school is just an invitation to prove yourself, it isn't a guaranteed job.

I warned all of you it is a long story.

I wanted a Boston Terrier for a long time. I've seen enough horrors of puppy mills to know I didn't want one from a pet shop and had a soft spot in my heart to take a rescue. I was corresponding with a Boston Rescue a few states over when I happened on Buster's pathetic (2 eyed) picture on the local pound's website. A Boston!!! I couldn't believe it! I can been scouring pounds in my state for months. I immediately called the pound to find out it would be 3 more days until he was available for adoption, they didn't do waiting lists so I'd just had to be first in line.

Day 3 - still there, no one had picked him up....

Day 2 -still there....

Day 1 - I made arrangements to take the next day off to be sure I was there right when they opened. I called to make sure he was still there - he was gone. Gone? Awww, I thought, that sucks. Maybe I'll just ask them to take my name in case the people who got him return him. The person informs me an adoption agency got him. Hmmm, I thought he wasn't available until tomorrow? Well - I'll just contact the agency.

I get a run around from the agency. Finally I'm told to contact his foster. I leave a message with the foster informing him I saw the Boston in pound, I wanted to adopt him. His foster contacts me a week later to inform me he's not fostering him another lady is. I contact her and she informs me there's a waiting list 50 people long for him (I find out later her mother was among the applicants). I have to admit I was a little short in informing her if they would have just left him in pound I would have been there the next morning to get him so in my opinion I should be put at the top of the list. She takes down my name and number and says she'll see what she can do.

A month passes and I've all but given up on him and concentrating on adopting a dog in Texas.

Out of the blue I get a call from the local adoption agency with the dog I saw in the pound asking me if I was still interested in the Boston Terrier. I said of course but I thought there was a sizeable waiting list. She then says well...he's been in an accident. While being fostered they put him in a room with a lot of other dogs and there was a fight and his eye was punctured and had actually came out if his head (Yipes!!!). She said they reattached it and are waiting to see if it heals. (Buster was a scrapper when I first got him. I don't know if it was a reaction to this or not but I can not say enough for dog training. He is now an extremely well behave gentleman.)

I asked her to let me meet the dog and we'd take it from there. It was so exciting to meet him! Within 2 minutes he was on his back begging for belly rubs (soon to be his trademark). I agreed to adopt him and was ready to take him home that moment.

"Well he hasn't been neutered yet so you can't adopt him yet."
"OK well schedule him to be neutered and then I'll take him."
"We want to see if they eye heals that way if he needs it removed we can get it done all at the same time."
"Ok...how long will that be?"
"30 days."
"Ok - then let me foster him."
"Oh we can't do that - potential adopters can't foster"
".... what? Fine give me the # of your board and let me talk to them."

February 12th I'm informed I can foster him until his surgery. The 14th Buster's foster parent - the nicest people - hand him over to me :D What a perfect gift!

To try and shorten this novel - Buster was seen by an animal optimoligist who said the eye would never have sight again. Shortly afterward his 3 ball surgery was scheduled :P

The rest is fuzzy toys, belly rubs, juicy lip kisses and drama king poses (I'll leave out the potty training saga).

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