Well, today proved to be another somewhat intense day of emotions. Chloe decided to go for mable again last night when she headed outside. I thought dad had hold of Mable but I was wrong. Luckily, dad was close and I was able to pin chloe, as strong as she is, down against the crate until the coast was clear. This aggression toward Mable has gotten out of control. Mom and dad seem to think it is too many dogs and this may be true but my trainer believes that two female boxers will eventually fight to the end for dominance and has suggested that I find Chloe a new home. Well, great. That is one of those easier said then done things. Chloe is not aggressive toward Olive or Gracie or to people. She has just decided that she doesn't like Mabes. I decided today that I just should take chloe back to Westminster to the no-kill shelter I got her from since they were willing to take her back. They are wonderful Christian people there and Sunshine, the director, encourage me to pray. Pray I have done. It proves to me that nothing is too small or trivial to be brought before our Lord. He cares about the smallest details which appear so large to us (me). Dad and I were shampooing rugs today and juggling dogs in and out so all could get equal time. I prayed that the Lord would just give me a sign of some sorts or discernment to make a good, rational decision. I let Chloe out with addison and Olive which is usually okay but chloe appears so freaked right now that her hair began to raise on her back. trouble was imminent I feared so I ran to get the hose and luckily nothing came of it. Was this my sign? I began to cry again. Seems that is all I have done since thursday night. Anyone who truely knows me knows that my dogs are my children. How do you give a child away? It is unimaginable to me. I asked my father to pray. He is definately the spiritual leader in the family and the one we all turn to in crisis. It was natural for me to ask him to pray for me and Chloe. He said, "we will tonight" and I said, "No, now". I knew this was hard for him to. He said, "give me a minute" as he began getting somewhat choked up. A father's love. He saw me hurting, he was hurting, and he wanted to help me make a good decision. I was preparing myself for having to take chloe to westminster and asked him if he would help me. Of course, he said he would but needed time as he had to return to Columbia early for an appt.
Meanwhile, life went on. Cleaning went on and the juggling of dogs from crate to outside went on. I went outside and found dad on the phone talking to mom. They agreed to take chloe home for a month while I try to determine a solution. Was this an answer to pray? I have to believe that it is part of God's plan. After all we turned our burden over to the Lord and asked him for guidance. Now, I need to continue to ask for guidance as mom and dad cannot handle a big dog and operate the motel. Somehow I will have to find the finances to build a smaller kennel within my backyard. This month is certainly not the month to do this but I know that the Lord will provide for me.