Expect the unexpected

Routine. The same old story. Day in and day out.
   Everyday seems to be a repeat of the day before. It's funny how we fall into a routine. Maybe there are some small differences but basically each day is like the last. There's a certain comfort that comes from a routine. No surprises, no catastrophes.
   Then BAMM! Something different. That doesn't mean it's good or bad, it's just different. Sometimes it's a four letter word and sometimes it's the icing on the cake. And sometimes it takes time to figure out which one it is. This is one of those times.
   It happened so quick, and so naturally, I'm not sure if it is a blessing or a pain. Only time will tell.
   I had just picked my daughter up from the bus stop. It's a gorgeous day out, the temperature was in the low 90's with very little humidity. I forgot what we were talking about, but ahead of us was a line of traffic. Very unusual for this area of town.
   All of a sudden I saw something! A small head popped out from the tall grass and disappeared. My heart stopped. A puppy!
  Before I knew it I told my daughter to get out of the car and get that thing. My precise words. "Get that thing!" Without hesitation my daughter got out of the passenger seat and knelt on the edge of the tall grass. I had my hazards on so on coming traffic would take caution.
  When she got back in the car, she had a puppy in her arms. This thing is no bigger than a rolled up beach towel. Honest! The poor thing was shaking. There was no collar around the pup's neck.
  We decided to turn the car around and circle the neighborhoods to try to find her home.
   Driving slowly up and down the streets, looking in each driveway and back yard for an indication of this pups home, no luck. After forty minutes of driving, we decided to go home.
  The puppy was all comfortable laying on my daughters lap. It is a girl. She looks like a miniature German Shephard , Pug, Chihuahua, Jack Russel mix. I know.......odd combination. She has the two moles on the side of her face like a Shephard, the curly tail like a Pug, eyes like a Chihuahua and hair like a Jack Russell.
Funny things happen to a scared pup. For one, car sickness. The poor thing yammied four times. On my daughter. Ewww!
 My daughter was laughing about it, but I  was feeling qweezy. The smell was so-o bad. Good thing it was nice out, I rolled down all the windows.
  When we got home I posted a 'lost puppy' alert on Craigslist. It's been two days now and she's still here. The kids have decided to name her Ginger. It fits her perfectly. She's house trained and well mannered.
It looks like we have a dog. Unexpected indeed. Why did I react so quickly to 'grab that thing'?
   Funny. Life had become routine. Comfortable. I had a rhythm to my day, structure. Throw one little pup into the mix and I'm lost. How am I gonna get things done? When am I gonna get things done? Where does she sleep? Who's gonna walk her?
   All these questions didn't last long. Ginger has adopted my daughter, the one who took her off the street. Ginger sleeps with her, sits by her side. When she leaves the house, Ginger whimpers. The first day, Ginger wouldn't eat UNLESS my daughter held her and fed her. Spoiled already!
  Today, Ginger fills a gap that I didn't know was present. Ginger fits our family. And if she's a stray, then I'm glad we can be her family. Having Ginger, for the short time she's been with us, feels natural. Like she's always been here.
  Expect the unexpected. There just may be a blessing in disguise.