How We Got Prim


Marriage can sometimes seem like a war, and many times the battle takes place at Compromise Creek, where really, compromise is the only solution.

A little give and a little take. And in the case of this post, a little puppy.

It got to the point where I would completely tune out whenever Sarabeth showed me puppy pictures from the Internet. I felt like a jerk, really – a cold-hearted monster. I mean, who doesn’t like puppies?

In my defense, I didn’t see the point in looking at a bunch of pictures of puppies if I can’t hold them and play with them. It’s like watching the Food Network – how can I enjoy it if I have no idea what all these great-looking foods even taste like?

For a while I was against the idea of getting another dog. I thought one should be sufficient. I love our dachshund Pixie, so why would we need another one?

So I finally broke one day and said, “Here’s the deal. If you find a dog you want, show her to me and we’ll discuss it. Until then, stop showing me dog pictures.”

And the deal was made. Of course, I was thinking she wasn’t going to find one. But, of course, I was wrong. So very wrong.

She found a blue and tan dachshund puppy and there was a list of people waiting to have her. I thought, I’ll look like the compromising good guy and agree to it. Chances are, someone else will get her. Mwah, ha, ha!

Two weeks later I mailed in our deposit, and the next week we were heading out into the country to pick up this little squirt I planned on having no attachment with.

I didn’t really connect with her on the drive back, as I was focussing on getting home before dark, but Sarabeth certainly made a connection with Prim in her lap for two hours.

My connection with Prim came when I took her out to the grass for the first time and she peed – outside. And then she followed me, bouncing and tripping and stumbling over the grass.

Then I was hooked. And I’m sure I’ll never be the same.

I’m pretty bad at this, but it’s kind of like this with God. We can’t make a connection with Him just by reading the Bible or going to church. We also need to pray, and take the effort to communicate with Him.

I think the greatest compromise of all time was when He said, “I’ll die for you, if you’ll just talk to Me. Connect with Me.”

Also, if your spouse ever wants a dog, don’t say no. Just give a little, and a little puppy will give a lot back …hopefully in the grass.

Check out Sarabeth’s blogs for more pictures of Prim: The Dachshund Blog and From Flats to Lofts


I thought it would be a fun Friday treat to give you guys a look into our home life. In this post you’ll find a link to the blog Sarabeth maintains about the three dogs we have living with us in our  loft. The purpose for her blog is so that her sister and brother-in-law can check in on their babies every now and then.

Last summer they moved across the Atlantic ocean to carry out missions work for our Lord. (For a little more on missions, read here.) They own two dachshunds, Roxy and Sydney, but they couldn’t take them along because they heard that the people group was hostile against dogs. So they left them in our care. Our dog Pixie was glad to have new roommates to play with (especially Sydney), and so this has been our life for the last ten months.

Enjoy. And please tell my wife what a wonderful blog she has: The Dachshunds

(Also, please don’t judge us for the poor quality photos. We’re trying to save up for a better camera to post better pictures for you all.)

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