On Tuesday, I took Amelie for a walk around our neighborhood. As I pushed her stroller, I listed aloud all the things I was thankful for: our home, family, friends, Aldi's (so we can afford fresh fruits and vegetables!), two cars that work, and so on. The list is endless.
After a few blocks, we saw a doggy. A big doggy. It was the kind that was tall and all muscle (a boxer, maybe?). I thanked God for the doggy and continued on. The dog bounded out of the yard it had been standing in and ran toward us. It had no leash and no collar.
Many of you know I am not comfortable around animals. My grandma was scared of dogs, my mother was scared of dogs, and I guess I just inherited it. So my heart started pounding like crazy.
Amelie was in a tiny little umbrella stroller, right down close to the ground. The dog ran around us a few times and started smelling us, burying his nose in my little baby's legs. I was scared to lift Amelie out of the stroller in case he decided she was something to play with, so I kept walking. We crossed the street, hoping he'd stay behind. Nope. I looked around frantically for someone to save me: a postman, someone doing yard work, anyone. Nope.
But praise God, it was a nice doggy! I never grew comfortable with him, but he walked with us all the way home and never even barked. I even managed to shut ourselves back in the house without letting him in. I am so thankful to God for His daily protection!
By the way, Amelie loved it. After we were inside, she kept running to the door and saying "Doggy!"
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