I imagined the day I would see my Evangeline like this- I would see her from a distance, she would look up at me. I would walk briskly towards her (because when I run I look like I'm having a seizure), she would rise and amble over to me. We would meet in the pasture, I would hug her neck and we'd be friends for life.
This did not happen.
I walked up to her pen, she looked at me and eventually made her way over. I did get a kiss on the hand from her but no hugs were allowed. She was a little on guard, like who is this crazy lady talking to me in that ridiculous voice. I'm sure her owner thought the same. But she was perfect. Small in stature and perfect for our family. We'll be going to pick her up next weekend.
Oh and her name that they have given her is Bethel. House of God. Can anything be more perfect?
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