Arnie gets a home!

There are times when it is so happily obvious that fate has stepped in and moved the chess pieces into perfect position for a checkmate. Barely a month ago Arnie, a Black Mouth Cur from North Carolina, was a stray with a chain so badly embedded in his neck that surgery was performed to remove it. Arnie was sitting at a shelter where he did not go outside unless a kind volunteer visited and spent time with him. Then Arnie made the dreaded euthanasia list. The list is posted on Monday and the dogs are put to death by heartstick on Thursday.
To go though that list and look into the eyes of those dogs and say no to any is gut wrenching. However I have to. Arnie spoke to me. We pulled him, vetted him, neutered him and boarded him until he was safe to transport. Can I just say that this is one joyful dog? He leaps and jumps and runs and kisses with the kind of happiness that he knows life is good now.
Along came Andrew through a number of happenings that were so carefully choreographed or mapped in the stars that it is head scratching to fathom. Suffice it to say that the manner by which Andrew came to my home and the timing of it coincided perfectly with him deciding it was time to add a dog to his life. Then he met Arnie and the rest is nothing short of a bright future for them both. Arnie left tonight and how sweet that was. A tiny bit sad but a whole lot of sweet. It will be the boys now and we could not be happier.