As most of you know, Santa brought the boys a puppy for Christmas, “Socks”. They have grown quite attached to her. Last Friday we noticed she was not acting herself, she was laying around all day and wouldn’t eat or drink. Saturday she still wouldn’t eat, but seemed to have a little more energy. On Sunday she took a turn for the worse, was very lethargic and wouldn’t even lift her head. We thought she was about to die, so took her to the vet and an x-ray showed she had a lot of bone fragments in her stomach. Ugh Oh…you aren’t supposed to give dogs bones? My bad!! On Thursday I had given her a drumstick to chew on…guess she ate the meat then went on to eat the bone as well. 3 shots later and some medication for home we were sent on our way with not very good odds. The vet said she only having a 25% chance of living, she would either be able to pass the bones or die if she couldn't. We talked to the boys about how she might die and they were so upset. Later that night I walked into the living room and saw something I’ll never forget. Rhett and Ethan had their hands on Sock’s head, and they were giving her a blessing. So cute and innocent. After the "blessing" they wouldn't even consider the fact that she might die. They were convinced she would live thanks to her blessing. Well it worked, she finally started eating again on Tuesday and hopefully that means she is on the mend. I love the faith of my little boys!
