But finally, the week before VBS, God got a hold of my heart. He broke down my barriers and helped me to give Hurricane to Him. I relinquished my control over the situation, and had to basically say “your Will be done.” Tears were shed, and lists were made. I made a long list in my head of exactly what his new family would have to be like. They had want not just any dog, but specifically only a Dane. They had to let him live inside (yes, Danes are inside dogs that want nothing more than to curl up in your lap, didn’t you know?) They had to promise to keep in contact with us, they had to promise to keep him, adore him, pamper him and love him forever…and the list went on and on.
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