Most of those close to me know how much I love dogs – especially my Yorkie Princess, Chloe. When I got married and moved away from my job, my friends and family to a far off land, far, far away (Washington State) and began working remotely, I was lonely. Not only was I lonely, I had a difficult time getting to know people. We were in a college town and I worked from home, which did not provide an outlet to socialize except for long distance calls to my business associates. My circle of friends included my doctor, my chiropractor and my hairdresser.
Christmas came around and I longed for a little friend to keep me company while my husband was at work and I was working from the confines of our first home. Christmas morning came and there she was – A STUFFED ANIMAL YORKIE! I think not. Nooooo! Within a few days of Christmas, we had her – my precious Chloe Bear. At that time I do not think she even weighed a pound. (Our apartment did not allow dogs – that will be a story for another time!)
Days went by and she had my heart. She loved wearing clothes. She followed me everywhere. She spent her days in my office. She was my BFF (best furry friend.) She loved going to Taco Bell as much as I did. They knew her there. She was making friends faster than I was! We were/are inseparable. She was the only dog I wanted. However, when we moved to our family farm in rural Virginia, my husband wanted a farm dog. He chose a Jack Russell Terrier.
I was okay with it. It was going to be his dog. Did I mention it was also a male? The thing is I had always wanted a daughter. That never worked out. Chloe became my “child” – my girl! Imagine “Legally Blonde!” Chloe went everywhere with me in the cutest purse ever!
Mojo is what we named the Jack Russell so that my husband could say he was going to look for his Mojo!
At first, Mojo’s very presence annoyed me. He had upset the apple cart. He was hyper and a BOY! My husband traveled and suddenly the peace that I shared with my princess was GONE!
I love dogs. However, at first I did not like Mojo. I tolerated him. Barely.
Today, the story is much different. Mojo lays his little snout on the edge of the bathtub while I shower. He then follows me and stays beside me as I get ready for the day. Actually, he follows me everywhere. He no longer sleeps in his kennel. Now, he sleeps on my legs in our bed. When my husband travels, he is my protector. I do not know how this happened!
I guess I needed Mojo and I did not even know. We all needed Mojo – exactly Mojo.
How many times does God give us the perfect thing- opportunity, friend, job, dog, or location? He gives us what we need most when we had no idea we even had an empty spot for that thing.
It fills my heart with joy every time that I call his name and he comes running full of excitement across the field right to me. He runs faster than I could run if someone were chasing me with a machete!
I cannot imagine life without Mojo. Honestly, I do not think any of us could – even Chloe!
He is lying on his squeaky tennis ball RIGHT beside me as I write this. I could not imagine it any other way.
Life is what happens when we are busy making our own plans. I say leave room for God’s gifts. I would have never guessed that I would love Mojo but I do and my heart and my life are better for it! Open your arms, your heart and your mind to whatever it is that God is sending your way! What might your Mojo be?
Until Next Time,