reunited

you know you live in a small town when....we were attending our local downtown constitutional square festival and decided to take martha with us. we were perusing the booths and enjoying the sounds of joy that filled the air. the smell of fresh kettlecorn laced the square while children were carrying on with their wooden pop guns. while david was in conversation with a lady who had her pottery on display, i turned around to notice a puppy that took interest in ours. much to my dismay, i took a double take and grab david. the owners on the end of their dog leash looked at us at the end of ours and we both knew that they were "sisters." when we picked martha out at the humane society, we were trouble with deciding between her or her sister. we had originally picked "mary jane," but after a long debate, we went with martha. david and i grieved over the decision and hope and prayed that little mary jane would eventually get adopted, after all she was our first love. after being home with martha for a week, conversation would drift to mary jane, and david and i would express how much we hoped that she was ok and that she'd be adopted into a good home. they both came from an abusive background and pretty poor conditions. so to be in the midst of hundreds of people in a town of thousands on a beautiful saturday afternoon and be reunited with your sister, is a pretty cool story to me. the two girls licked each other in the mouths and wagged their tails (all other encounters with dogs have been WAY different for martha). it was more of an emotional experience for us humans i think than for the dogs. it ends up that the family that adopted mary jane lives about a mile from us, so we exchanged phone numbers so the girls can get together and play.