Two years ago I started having dreams about a new dog for our program--a girl dog. In my dream she was a lot like Snickers, and even looked like him. I started getting excited about the dog that God would bring to us.

My husband worked with a lady, whose dog had a litter of pups. When he told me what breed (Rat Terrier, Chihuahua, & Min Pin) I flatly said, "No Thanks!" I'd trained dogs for years, but didn't care for that devilish mix in breeds. "They're so cute," he kept prodding. "And they're only $50." Well, he wouldn't take no for an answer. Even though I wasn't convinced, he took me over to this woman's house. Right away I saw the older two dogs--the mom and dad. They were a little homely looking to say the least, and I was sticking to my guns. I didn't care what the pup looked like!

They brought out this little black ball of fur and placed her in my hands. Still I wasn't budging. Then they said, "Yep, she was born on 7-7-07. Immediately that struck a cord in me--The Perfect Number--maybe she is the one God wants us to have. So, we paid the lady and brought her home at 6 weeks old, weighing just 4 lbs.

 The first night we got our little princess home, she literally turned into CHUCKY, running through the house spazzing out like some psycho dog! God did we do the right thing? I wondered. Her intense behaviors didn't end there. I prayed, "God help us! This isn't a dream--it's a NIGHTMARE!"

For the first several months, she bit, scratched, and tore our house apart like a rabid Pit Bull. She sunk her teeth into everything from computer cords to cell phone charger wires. We thought we had adopted Lucifer. Even potty training was a huge challenge, since she was afraid of everyone and everything and hated going out.

Still, I knew God had given this dog for a purpose. We had talked about getting rid of her numerous times. Especially after she got loose and ran around the neighborhood for hours barking and not coming to us. But the last straw was when she jumped on my freshly made bed and urinated while looking right at me.

After I tended to her and took her outside, I said, "She's definitely has to go!" (no pun intended!) But inside, God was speaking to me, "Train up a CHILD in the way they should go and they will not depart from it..." I did love little Baby Ruth like a child, she was really useful in our new program, and I guess I could work harder at training her.

We even entered her in dog obedience, but she freaked out, piddled and yiped cowardly because of the other dogs. The trainer even said to my daughter, "You don't know what you're doing." So I showed up at the obedience class. She ended up saying basically the same thing to me.

But she had no idea how hard we worked or how much time we invested into this dog. God later has shown me through research that pups need to be with their mother for at least 8 or even 12 weeks, and because Baby was taken from her mother so young she suffered Detachment Syndrome and has been fearful of everything.

Although Baby did not pass the test in obedience training this past spring, I continued to work with her, love her, and kept prophesying that same scripture over her. Today she's fully housebroken, she heels, sits, dances, jumps through a hoop, speaks, lays down, crawls, and comes when called. God is faithful and He even cares about our animals and heals them!

Baby may act like a bully sometimes, but I love her like my own children, and in my eyes, she's a princess. And that's exactly how God looks at each of us--like princes and princesses. After all, once we accept Jesus, that's exactly what we are--royalty--joint heirs with Christ! It can't get any better than that!  More

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