And if I stopped there….this would be a decent post.  All. good. things.  But then you wouldn’t get to hear a story with the happiest of endings…

6 years ago my husband and I were married at the most magical of places.  Faunbrook Bed & Breakfast, located in West Chester, Pennsylvania.  We fell as in love with the bed & breakfast as we did with the innkeeper.  Pat.  A sweet motherly woman with a gentle demeanor, a kind voice and smiling eyes.  My second mother.  She made our wedding feel like the ONLY wedding being performed at Faunbrook.  Ever.  I’m sure behind the scenes, things were different, but, she never let on that they were.

Pat has since sold Faunbrook, a sad day for us as we have been back  for Mother’s Day tea, my Mother’s 65th birthday party and our anniversary.  Faunbrook is near and dear to us.  We have stayed in touch with Pat through some 6 odd years, receiving updates on her family, the comings and going of her beloved pets and have talked about getting together sometime “soon”.  You know how that goes…

“Soon” was thrust upon us after Pat read my blog the other day.  She wanted to know more about Gomer.  After two failed attempts at getting my favorite furry friend adopted, and wondering if I had to make room in my house for a 6th, I received an e-mail from Pat telling me that she believed that Gomer was meant to live with her.  All this time that we have had Gomer, the fact that I have been dreaming of his perfect home: a retiree, his roaming the grounds of the property by day (aka, living the good life) and sitting book side by the feet of his new owner on the porch by night (aka, living the good life).  A home with no children and no other dogs.  All the people that have met Gomer…..and Pat was thinking about adopting him.  Awesome.

I brought Gomer over to Pat’s tonight.  He chewed through the poop bag leash attachment holder on the way over but quite honestly, I would have too – first dates give anyone the jitters.  She had a bowl of water ready for her new baby (which he promptly spilled - again, nerves) and Gomer seemed to love Pat and his new yard and home – sniffing everything and then hunkering down on the ground while we sat and chatted)!  Pat had a new name picked out for her new guy – and thank goodness because everyone that has ever met Gomer has had a comment about his name – So, Gomer is now and will forever be referred to as Quinn.  After Pat chose the name Quinn, she looked up its meaning.  Quinn means “fifth”.  Quinn is Pat’s fifth dog.  Again, awesome.

I don’t know much but I do know that all good things come to those who wait.  No really, it’s true.  Pat, congratulations on your new addition and Quinn, thank you for being patient with us and waiting while we found you the most perfect mother out there. 

And yes Quinn, my friend, you’re still getting your hair did on Tuesday.

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