For our third anniversary, I wanted to give Chris a gift that he would never forget. However, the longer we’ve been married the harder it gets to think of something original. That particular year I decided to give him something sentimental and special.
He loved to tell me stories of his favorite dog Peanut, a Jack Russell terrier. He had several Jack Russell terriers, but Peanut was his favorite. He would talk about her special skills because she was very smart. All his customers loved playing with her at his welding shop, S & S FAB and Welding. She had a mild, sweet disposition, and she was white with a few brown spots.
A friend of mine in Eastman, Georgia, just happened to have a litter of Jack Russell pups ready for new homes in May 2018. I put my payment down just in time to snag the last pup from the litter. He was the runt that no one really wanted, but I could tell from his pictures that he was SPECIAL!! I told Chris on the day we went to pick the pup up two weeks before our anniversary.
As we drove through Eastman, we had no name for him. We sat in silence in the truck for several minutes when I suddenly had a name epiphany.
“I’ve got a name”
“I just thought of one too.”
“You’re going to think it’s odd, but the name Festus randomly came to me.”
“Really?? That’s the name I just thought of. It just came to me.”
Tears flowed from my eyes as I said, “Festus was the name of my daddy’s favorite bloodhound. He cried when he died.”
Chris teared up too, and we both believed that Daddy helped us with our decision from Heaven.
We brought our boy home that day, and he has given us so much love and joy. He goes everywhere with us. He even goes camping. We love him more today than we did the day we picked him up from Stephanie’s house.
I easily felt my love for him when I wrote my new children’s book this morning. As I watched my feisty Jack Russell play with his pink poop emoji pillow, a new book concept came to my mind. I opened Google Docs and typed the title: “Festus and His Pink Poop Emoji Pillow.”
For the next hour, the characters and plot flowed out of the cracks of my mature imagination, and the Festus in the book became so much like our little Festus. In this book, however, he loves the pillow and sleeps with it. In real life, he humps his pink poop emoji pillow. (HAHA) The conflict presented itself, and Festus resolved it by the end. Now, I have edits to do in the coming week, and I need to figure out how to earn the money for another round of illustrations.
I’ve got the title for the next Festus book: “Festus and Finn Fight for First Place.” Have mercy at the alliteration. Gotta have it!! We love you, Festus.