The Perfect puppy

Received this today from a friend hope you all enjoy

> Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
> but by the moments that take our breath away.
> (George Carlin)
>
> "She keeps repeating it over and over again.
> We've been back to this shelter at least five
> times. It has been weeks now
> since we started all of this," the woman told the
> volunteer.
>
> "What is it she keeps asking for?" she asked
> "Puppy size!"
>
> "Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what
> she's looking for."
>
> "I know. . .we have seen most of them," the Mom
> said in frustration.
>
> Just then the young child came walking into the
> office. "Well, did you find one?"
>
> "No, not this time," she said with sadness in her
> voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?" The
> two women looked
> at each other, shook their heads and laughed.
>
> "You never know when we will get more dogs.
> Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the
> volunteer said.
>
> The young child took her mother by the hand and
> headed to the door.
>
> "Don't worry, I bet we'll find one this weekend,"
> the child said.
>
> Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long
> conversations with her. They both felt she was
> being too particular. "It's this weekend
> or we're not looking any more," Dad finally said
> in frustration. "We don't want to hear anything
> more about puppy size either," Mom added.
>
> Sure enough, they were the first ones in the
> shelter on Saturday morning.
>
> By now the young child knew her way around, so she
> ran right for the section that housed the smaller
> dogs. Tired of the
> routine, Mom sat in the small waiting room at the
> end of the first row of cages. There was an
> observation window so you could see the
> animals during times when visitors weren't
> permitted. The young girl walked slowly from cage
> to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer
> look.
>
> One by one the dogs were brought out and she held
> each one. One by one she said, "Sorry, you're
> not the one." She was at the last cage on
> this last day in search of the perfect pup. The
> volunteer opened the cage door and the child
> carefully picked up the dog and held it closely.
> This time she took a little longer. "Mom, that's
> it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know
> it!" she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy
> size!"
>
> "But it's the same size as all the other puppies
> you held the last few weeks," Mom said.
>
> "No not size ---- sighs. When I held him in my
> arms, he sighed," she said. "Don't you
> remember? When I asked you one day what love
> is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your
> heart. The more you love the bigger the sighs!"
>
> The two women looked at each other for a moment.
> Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she
> stooped down to hug the child, she did a little
> of both.
>
> "Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and
> Daddy come home from work and hug each other,
> you both sigh. I knew I would find the right
> puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she
> said. Then holding the puppy up close to her
> face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the
> sighs of his heart!"
>
> Close your eyes for a moment and think about the
> love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in
> the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress
> of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the
> gentle brush of cool air on a hot day. They
> are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop
> and listen; you will be surprised at what you
> hear.
>
> Blessings for a Great New Year