Rocky Jon

I just realized that September marked one  year of our life with a puppy for a pet!  :)  Our Ani prayed for a puppy after she fell in love with a stray that we couldn't keep.  Our housing manager said no dogs were allowed in our apt, otherwise we might have taken that pup home.  Hannah was heartbroken.  So she decided to pray.

That was August 17th, Kev's and my wedding anniversary!  Just a few days later, guess who we met living two doors down from us?  A tiny puppy they called Rex.  He learned our schedule and would come to our door every day when the kids had their morning recess.  One day we were late for recess and he was on our front step waiting when we opened the door.  The manager told us that the neighbors who owned the dog were moving and he would have to "do something" with the dog...  We could keep it, if we kept it outside.  At the same time we were waiting to move around the block to a place that had a little deck out the back door.  We'd have a safe place to keep a puppy outside.  Okay.  I guess we have a dog!  Ani and God worked out it out!  Rex became Rocky.  And Rocky became ours!  Our Rocky jan.

We were told that we should not get a dog in Armenia and that Armenians don't like them.  It would hurt our ministry here.  Well, we didn't plan for a dog but it seemed to us that it might just be that the Lord had a plan for us and for the puppy.  After time went on, we found out that lots of our friends either had a dog now or had one in the past.  They wanted to meet our puppy.  Plus, since he's mostly an outside dog, people who might not enjoy dogs don't even have to see him if they don't want to.  Funny how God blesses you and works out details on top of that, huh?  

Rocky has been a blessing to us, and mostly to the kids.  Who always loves you?  Who always understands?  Who sits waiting for your company?  Who's always ready to play?  Who's always happy to see you come home?  Who sits by your side to get a belly rub?  Only a puppy.  Best friend forever.  The kids haven't made many friends their age here.  But God brought one of our best friends right to our door!

Rocky jan.  We love you!

(In Armenian "jon" means something like "dear, or friend, or sweetie..."  they spell it "jan" but in English it sounds more like our "jon/john.")