God really does have a plan. Really.

I freaked outand basically felt helpless and hopeless for at least 3 days, then switched to TRYING to believe what I believe, to really believing it... I know God has a plan, I know God has my best interest in mind, why do I doubt?

Part of my deal is, I need explanations, I want guarantees, I want warranties, I want advance notice and I want to know why. And I'd prefer it in writing, on my desk, yesterday, thank you very much.

Life isn't like that.

I'm still growing in this whole "trust" business. I tend to think other people just simply don't care, don't want to do what's required or are out of touch with what is really urgent or needing action or needing a plan or whatever I think it needs.

Then life unfolds, and I see that God has the last laugh and a lot of the time my boyfriend says, "You have to surrender." To which I say, "Well, yeah but-"
No, he insists. He prays, he relies on God, occasionally he gets mad or irritated at something, but with the bigger stuff, at some point he gets back to "Surrender." That means let it go. All of it. God will show what to do. Either way, it's ALL in His hands.

So, here I am: I got a dog handed to me at East Valley shelter, spent about $700 on her, then lost her. Tobiah thinks she was probably swept up by some hip guy in West Hollywood. Judah felt awful and is doing everything he can to get me back to square one... because as I was searching for my lost dog on Craiglist, I noticed someone giving their dog for adoption - and I met Banish & his dog Sioti as a result.

So I saw this little dog, whose face reminded me of Talia, my lost dog - and I thought "Wow, she looks sweet." I wrote the guy giving her up, and told him what happened to my dog. He said it made him sad, and that I sounded like I knew how to take care of a dog (unlike the guys who wrote him saying "I wanna get my girlfriend a little dog. So how much is it?"

The next day, we connected, did some phone tag... he gave her a bath... Tobiah and I drove into the Valley to find his house... he had a really funny stoner-vibe... like his answering machine said "You've reached 251... uh... whatever (beep.)"...Sooo, later that afternoon... I took Sioti home.

The story of Sioti starts with an accident, she was hit by a car and her former owner said some people were just looking at what happened and just being stupid, no one seemed to care that she was hurt. He decided to take her home and take her in. He hasn't been able to keep up her shots or anything. Later, she had a litter of puppies (who were all healthy and lived). Then he went pretty much broke, and thus needed to give her up. I asked her name -
"Sio-dy," he answered.

"Oh, what does that mean?" When I first heard the name, I thought it was something in Native American or something, Sioti, bird-chasing dog.

Then he explained, he plays a lot of Call of Duty, so he named her after the game... "C.O.D." er, okay. Well, I kept it because she knows her name really well and responds to it. I pretend it's actually native american or Himalayan or Finnish or something. like Syodi. She's great at walking with you, love sto snuggle and makes little "talking" noises instead of barking, like those dogs that groan "I wuv you," in doggy-talk on Youtube. All around a doggie upgrade, though Talia obsessively loved me, was super cute and energetic and I loved her a lot - I am keeping my eyes out for her but here I am, thoroughly blessed to have this new little creature sharing life with me.

I just put in her name on google, spelling it "Syodi" and it came up on this totally random Phillipine website about youth slang, "Syodi abas" means "keep it secret/clandestine..." :)