I wrote this first as a social media post in March of 2018, and then it was published shortly after in our local newspaper. A friend had read it and said we should submit it for a features section, so that was a fun place to have it shared. Now 5 years later the framed article hangs in the office of my dog-centric business. I wrote this post a little more than a month before my husband and I opened our dog boutique and grooming business together. I was excited, but as many small business owners experience at the start, I was anxious and a bit worried, hoping that it would be successful. We had invested a lot of ourselves into this venture, and it meant a lot to us. On May 3rd we will celebrate 5 years of being open. It’s been a wonderful and blessed 5 years and we are so grateful for all that we have learned and experienced. As we look forward to the future with that gratitude and hopeful anticipation, I can’t help but share this little nudge of encouragement that I received right before we opened. I don’t think there was any coincidence to it…
Some moments in this life just stop you in your tracks. And I think they’re meant to. I’ve been looking for this dog since my grandpa passed in 2011. And then the search intensified when we lost my grandma in 2016. All of this is because when I was asked what I wanted of theirs, this was the first thing that came to mind.
Picture 10-year-old Allison spending the night at their house as I often did and hearing a conversation between my uncle Steve and Grandpa about “putting a name on something” at the house. I asked what that meant and Grandpa explained that when you have 8 kids, you have to decide some of what people get when you die ahead of time so that there aren’t any misunderstandings or arguments. I thought this was an odd thing to discuss back then, but I do get it now—emotions can run high when you’re grieving. So naturally he asked what I wanted. Without a pause, I said this little ceramic dog. Because it was a knick-knack that I was always allowed to play with at their house, and I thought that was outstanding. Grandpa also told a lot of stories about his dad’s “police dog” that guarded his truck when he was a traveling salesman during the Depression so that added to its coolness factor for me. With a twinkle in his eye, he picked up the dog, grabbed a pencil, and wrote my name and the year on the dog’s belly. Literally, he put my name on it to cement this in my little kid mind. Through the years, I’d pick it up at their house and see my name. This would always bring a chuckle and a smile. Or a comment that my dog was still there.
After we lost both of my grandparents, my dad and I have been looking all over their house for the dog, as well as my aunts. But no dog was found—not even in the attic. Today we stopped by my Uncle Jerry and Aunt Carolina’s house. And Carol tells me she has something for me…. of all things, it’s my dog! She said years ago, either Grandpa or Grandma had asked for her help with gluing it (because it was broken in half) and then it had been put in a drawer and forgotten. She opened it recently and found this dog. It’s fixed and she said she saw my name and knew there must be a story there. And as there always was with Grandpa, there certainly was one!
I don’t doubt that this came to me right when I needed it. Starting a new dog-focused business next month, I’m sure this is God’s way of sending my grandpa’s encouragement and excitement for me in this venture, right when I needed some. Though we have people we miss, if we look for them and talk about them, they seem to show up. I’m incredibly grateful that this has always been the way of my life. And I’m so thankful for the moments my grandparents took, especially the little ones, that turned into tender memories. They are so loved and continue to show love, even from the other side. And what a legacy for us all to aspire to. We are so blessed.
