Dented Red Bucket!

My bucket has a pale pink heart in it and attached to that pink heart is a shiny black... WHAT? Only I know what this means. Can you guess? If not, you will have to read the tail of the pink heart in my red dented bucket....

I could use a bucket. A bucket can hold many things. The bucket I want could hold more than simple things, it could hold dreams. My bucket could help me do chores, I could use it to mop my floors. My bucket could water things: I could use it to water my plants or fill up Ritta’s water bowl. It could help me wash her too. The bucket I seek could hold ice and cold drinks on a day that would make the sun break a sweat. As I was walking around the pond I thought about that bucket that I did not have, I thought of the dreams that it could hold. A dream in a bucket, I laughed. Who would have thought that a simple bucket could change one’s life, it changed mine.

At the corner of the pond, nearest to the street I saw something different. I could see that it was red and metal. As I got closer I saw it was a bucket, I thought how odd it was that someone would leave it here. I got closer to peek inside and before I could look I heard a whimper, maybe even a cry. I saw a little puppy too small to be left here, but it was here. It was a little rat dog, not even a pound. It was all black and ugly and again I thought of a rat. I carefully examined the pup and saw a tan or pink spot on the pups nose. I decided it was time to let my Ritta have a friend and keep this puppy, assuming that it would live.

To the vet we went and I thought of that dented red bucket that did not hold my cold drinks, but a Chihuahua that we named Martini (We called her Tini for short).

Now safe and sound our dented red bucket sat on the shelf, the puppy in the house on the bed growing and changing. She changed colors like the leaves in the fall, she went from black to tan and she retained her blackness only around her snout, ears, and eyes and on her tail. She got tall, taller than any Chihuahua that I ever saw. The black raccoon out liner on her face soon began to fade too. The thing that no one seemed to notice about this little dog was that she had a tan almost pink spot on her nose.

I know one thing and no one will ever make me think differently, that this little girl was sent from a magical place to be a member of our family. God saw fit to put this dented red bucket by my pond on the day that I was walking my Ritta through. God marked her so He could check on her later in life and know it was here, the little Chihuahua that was sent to me in the red dented bucket of dreams. My dream bucket help something so special that it was marked by our maker Himself, on the tip of her shiny black nose was a tan almost pink spot that was shaped like a heart.

The bucket that I thought would hold water or riches, actually held a loving life that made me richer than I could have guessed. With stars in her eyes and a heart on her nose, I was blessed with a dog that acts like a human and never ceases to make me smile. I knew that she was special and I knew that she was meant for me and my family; the birthmark on her nose told me so. No one sees it or notices it at all, but I know it is there shouting out to the world that she is bursting with love to share. Now five years old, I think about that dented red bucket and the dream that it held. I saved her that day and she filled my dented red bucket with so much happiness and love that it overflowed into my pond.