Garden Zoomies

Two months ago, I was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when the algorithm showed me a post of this adorable bulldog named Gary, who was looking for his forever home. I clicked on the post and realized he was only a few towns over. I also read his description and the words in his bio reminded me so much of my sweet Bob. I don’t know what came over me, but I put an application for him and next thing I knew, I was waking up my toddler from her nap to go meet Gary the bulldog.

When I first saw him, my heart skipped a few beats. He looked so familiar, even though I didn’t know him. He smelled like rotten Doritos, his teeth were greenish/black and he was missing his fur. Clearly this precious little dog had been neglected, somehow ended up in the streets and found his was into a shelter. During our “meet” with him, he showed us what a mellow fella he is and when he gently sat on my toddler, my husband and I knew that we had extra love to pour into him.

And what started off as a curious inquire for a dog named Gary, turned out to be a newest addition to our family, Ziggy the piggy. Ziggy has been with us for two months and in a short time he was been teaching me that love doesn’t need to be perfect to exist. He reminds me that my heart is like the soil in the garden. I have to tend to it, balance it when needed and that with enough care and attention, whatever I want to plant in it can grow, thrive and even produce the sweetest fruit.

Change feels easier when we loosen our grips and learn to adapt. Nature never fails to teach us that adapting is necessary for survival. The past few months have taught me that change brings all kinds of waves. Some big, some small, and in the end learning to ride them make you a better swimming or surfer or better at however you enjoy the ocean.

All that to say, thank you my sweet Bob and Abba, for sending Ziggy into my life. Now it’s his turn to enjoy and dwell in the garden in the coming months!