I was once told the saddest stories have the happiest ending.......

One of the very few things I remember from High School is from drama class. I am not sure why I was in drama class, I'm not really dramatic at all ;)

But, this memory- the teacher said that a good drama will always have comedy, because the two will offset each other and make the emotion stronger. If the ending is happy, which this one is, then the sad parts will make the conclusion that much happier.

      Popeye Avengers story, just by the nature of his birth, is a pretty sad story. It all starts with him being the middle child, a dreary place to be. The middle child is not special like the oldest or the youngest. Rarely will the middle child do anything first, and rarely accomplishes anything sentimental- like the baby does. They usually get hand-me-downs: clothes, toys, shoes, teachers, etc.... being the middle child is like it tasting like chicken, or being beige, and often, being, lost in the shuffle.

Popeye Avenger has been asking for a dog for years! The Royal Princess asked for a dog and had Chubby Puppy 3 days later- she also has possession of the cat and the fish (RIP). Batman has commandeered the farm dog, Jon, as his own. Leaving Popeye dog-less. Yes, he could have adopted Lucy as his own, but she isn't a child's dog.

Not in the way that she will eat their face off, but more like she appreciates the crumbs they drop, but would really prefer no one ever touch her, while spending the day on the bed- preferably under the covers. She doesn't play anything ever, rarely gets up to shenanigans, and here lately smells like the horse poop she is so fond of.  

We, meaning I, need another dog like we need another child, like another hole in the head. So I have been carefully monitoring local rescue websites since November, knowing that the perfect dog would surface and dreams would come true. And we waited, and waited and waited.....

Finally at the end of March the local Human Society had a little Heinz terrier puppy brought in as a stray. I know it's cliche to say he was a darn cute puppy, but he was a darn cute puppy! We had to wait the requisite  72 hours and then  present ourselves as candidates. For a bargain of $80 we would get a sweet, fully vetted, in need of a home dog, complete with new puppy smell. But, here is the catch- if any other people presented themselves as candidates, then there is a drawing- no matter how long you have been sitting in the parking lot waiting for the shelter to open, no matter how long you have been sitting in front of the saddest chain link pen promising this baby that he will never have to spend another night here, no matter how many plans your excited human children make, no matter how many heart-less middle aged women that come in- there is a drawing. It was a sad van ride home....

The shelter people did commend me on my well mannered children and how well they seemed to handle the disappointment, but I guess they couldn't hear the sound of little hearts breaking over the all the ruckus.

Popeye, though, undaunted, continued to ask  about a puppy of his own. Since never has it been so hard to find a puppy! Anywhere!

Until today..........

Mia is a 6 week old GSDx ( German Short hair pointer x black dog) dream come true puppy. It is/was $0.50 corn dog day at Sonic- which I think would qualify today as the greatest day ever.

A boy + his dog=let the shenanigans commence!