What You Are Seeking is Seeking You – Potsticker’s Story
Potsticker is a Pug. When Potsticker was a puppy he was the pick of the litter. An older woman everyone called Grandma paid top dollar for him because he had the most expressive puppy face and most curly tail. The first two years of Potstickers life were just as they should be for a pug. They were a cake walk. Grandma adored him and showered him with affection. Potsticker was very happy.
However, when Potsticker was two, Grandma died suddenly. Potsticker moved in with her brother, Uncle. Potsticker missed her terribly and got pug depressed. Then making things even worse, Potsticker had an accident, breaking his front right leg in two places. It never fully healed leaving Potsticker seriously handicapped, barely able to walk. Uncle did the best he could for Potsticker however, things weren’t the same. Uncle was aging too. His health slowly failed, and two years later, when Uncle died, Potsticker’s future was uncertain.
Scott, Grandma’s son stepped in and took him. Scott was gone a lot for work. Potsticker was home alone, sometimes days at a time with plenty of food and a doggie door. Scott lived in the country with lots of wide open spaces, but Potsticker couldn’t really enjoy it because of his distorted limp. So, Potsticker spent a lot of time alone on the couch. Potsticker loved Scott and wanted to stay with him forever, he just wished Scott was home more often.
One day Potsticker heard Scott on the phone with yet another family member, begging them to take him. Scott was going to have to move and once again Potsticker’s future was uncertain. Scott seemed very upset. Potsticker was worried. For several weeks Scott tried to get someone he knew to take Potsticker, to no avail. Making matters worse, wildfires had started in Potsticker’s area and the air quality was getting really bad. He started having a lot of respiratory issues and Scott was worried about his health.
One evening Scott sat down with Potsticker and told him he had a plan. He was going to place a Craigslist ad. Scott set a strong intention that the very first person who responded would be the right person. He wouldn’t question. He would take it as a sign. The first person would be it, no matter what. Scott didn’t mention Potstickers handicap in the ad. He knew if he placed an ad for a free pug there would be plenty of responses. However after six hours, no one had emailed. Not one person. Scott continued to tell himself right person would see the ad. Scott knew the right person would have to be able to see past Potsticker’s obvious disability.
For two years I’ve wanted to get another Pug and it’s been an issue with my husband, David, who didn’t want another dog. In all fairness when it comes to the dogs, I do the fun part. I love on them, snuggle them, and spoil them. David does every bit of the hard work associated with having pets. He feeds them. He cleans up after them. If someone needs to go to the vet, I cry in the corner, while David handles it. Even understanding all that, I’ve been relentless.
About a year ago David found a pug puppy who needed a home and intended to surprise me with her, but the plan fell through. I knew he was up to something, and after several days of trying to make it work he finally broke down and told me the story of the Pug that wasn’t. We were both heart broken. The beginning of the year I put in an application with the local Pug rescue organization. I knew I’d have a pug in short order. There were so many available. However, they never came to do our home inspection.
A couple of weeks ago we took a very long road trip family vacation and I had approximately 2000 miles in the back seat where I obsessed about getting my new pug. I set a strong intention that we miraculously find our pug on that trip. I literally looked for it at every stop to no avail. By the time we got home, I was exhausted and had pretty much forgotten I was even looking.
The day after we got home I decided we needed to replace our broken Roomba and on a whim hopped on Craigslist. I typed Roomba in the search bar, and I kid you not, what came up in the search was a listing that said, “FREE pug to the BEST home. I could hardly believe my eyes. I told David I was going to respond. I think he felt certain it was safe, because surely the free pug was already spoken for. It wasn’t.
The next day we learned we were the first to inquire, but Potsticker the pug was about four hours away, on the other side of the mountains in the fire zone. I made a deal with David that if I could get him to this side of the mountains, I could have him. Honestly I didn’t know how I was going to work that. However, when I talked to Scott and told him where we lived, Scott immediately agreed to meet us in Seattle. I was shocked. It was on.
On transport day the fires on the East side of our state were out of control. By that time the fire had taken whole towns and many roads were closed. I didn’t know if we’d be able to get Potsticker out. I spoke to Scott that morning and he was already driving. He’d been detoured twice in the first hour of his drive. I could hear the dog wheezing in the background. Scott assured me he knew he could make it. So, I got in my car to meet him.
Despite the fires and the detours Scott was only ten minutes late to our meeting place. When I saw Potsticker on his leash limping across the parking lot for a split second I wondered if we could manage that. I wondered what David would think about me taking a severely disabled dog. However when I opened my passenger door, that severely disabled dog managed to jump right in.
David is the right person to live with if you have a handicap. He’s an occupational therapist and pretty skilled at making things work through modification. David fell in love with Potsticker at first sight. The other night when I was in the bathroom I heard David quietly saying to Potsticker, “Welcome home little man. We’ve been waiting for you.”
Yesterday Potstickers original home burned to the ground in the wildfires. If Potsticker had been there, he would have probably been in it.
When I think about this story I’m not sure who manifested who. What is clear is that everyone was working towards the same goal, probably even Potsticker himself. I couldn’t see it, but it was happening. Potsticker got a forever home with lots of company with people who can manage his special issues without a second thought. We are 100% in love with him. I’m home all day. He’s instantly become a member of our family.
Recently I’ve been telling myself a lot, what I’m seeking is seeking me. I’ve got pretty good evidence that’s true this time, which gives me good reason to believe it’s always true. I might not be able to see all the workings behind the scenes, but that doesn’t mean things aren’t working. All I have to do is relax into the knowing that what I want is working it’s way to me every single time. Potsticker agrees.
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Lisa Hayes, The Love Whisperer, is an LOA Relationship Coach. She helps clients leverage Law of Attraction to get the relationships they dream about and build the lives they want. Lisa is the author of How to Escape from Relationship Hell, The Passion Plan, and Body Love Boot Camp. She is also co-founder of Good Vibe Coach Academy, specializing in LOA Coach Training. To get Lisa's FREE Audio, "How to Talk to a Man" click here.