On the Mend ...

Anthony Rudine -- Well, how things can change (again) in a week's time. I figured I would follow up with my ongoing saga from last week. Here is the brief update: I am still "broken up," shall we say, and have no hopes for the future of the previous relationship. However, I have high hopes for the new relationship that I began on Sunday with a young pup named Rusty.

I figured that because I couldn't get a dog while in a relationship, now was as good a time as any. For all you naysayers out there, this brings up some interesting questions: Am I simply using the dog to cope with the "loss" of my girlfriend? Or am I just finally able to realize my dream of owning a dog, and the time was just right, and all the pieces fit? Allow me to answer.

I am still somewhat upset about the breakup, but time heals all wounds. I must say I am far better than I was at this time last week. But in response to the first question, the answer is no. I am not using my new-found friend to cope or heal my wounds quicker, although he does have that unexpected benefit. Let's just say that it was meant to be. Better yet, the Lord works in mysterious ways.

I mean, what other explanation could there be for this bundle of animal fur? A purebred Pembrough Welsh Corgi, male, tricolored, coming on the market the exact day that my family arrives in town and we decide to "just see what dogs are available?" Better yet, I purchased the little fella for the amazing price of absolutely nothing. What a deal.

Coping with any loss is hard. I should know, I have gone through many, even just since I started writing this blog. But one thing is for sure – nothing can replace a true friend, and nothing heals the wounds of loss like a good dog and some time. Man's best friend in every sense of the word.