Background
boxes appear on Beth's front porch. The roads leading up the hillside to her home are impassable.
Despite these conditions; 3 boxes mysteriously sit on her porch. Box 1 reads, "Open Now!"
As the two women approached the porch with the three boxes so strategically placed, Eleanor was thrilled like a child to see the contents, and Beth, as usual, slowly and reservedly aloud herself a peak around Eleanor's bending body over the largest box. It was marked in large letters
"Open first! Open Immediately!"
Eleanor said, "Here help me to bring the boxes inside! We must open this one NOW!"
They brought them inside. The largest boxes weight shifted. Beth heard a faint cry or whimper coming from the largest box . She tore open the box easily grabbing one of the many holey places.
"What in the world?"
Her eyes lit up when she noticed the puppy so small and wearing a red color trying it's best to stand in the shifting box. Curiously? "How did a puppy survive the distance and time without it's mother? Or having no food, water, and no evidence of relieving itself?" Hum? Beth once again found life was getting stranger and stranger with Eleanor around.
Eleanor brightly said, "OH dear, you ask so many irrelevant questions. The fact is, the puppy is here, right now, with you, and is a gift. He came in a big box addressed: 'To MS. Elizabeth Catherine Dubois.' There simple as that."
"But, who would send me a puppy? Or even a gift?"
"I don't know, dear. Maybe someone loves you." Eleanor's left eye seemed to have a shiny star emitted from it's side, then, she smiled, with her usual warming and glowing expression...
Eleanor was "weird, and down-right odd," but she seemed "good, kind, and someone to trust, but there are things and occurrences that had happened since she came less than twenty-four hours ago. Why? Who, what when where and how is she?"
Eleanor looked at Beth as if she knew Beth's thoughts and initializations, again, and said calmly, "You worry too much. Let it go child before worry gets the best of you. Hum, OK? Now, Let it go...Deep breath. In and out. Just like the gentle waves of the ocean... In and out..." Eleanor unruffles bad feelings. She does it well.
"Come dear, lets take the little guy outside. Oh, I think it's a him?" Eleanor giggles as she looks at the puppies private parts. "Yes! He is a little man puppy!"
"Him, hum? Wonder how the little man made it here from Somerset England without eating, drinking or relieving his little puppy self?" Beth gives Eleanor the questionable eye.
"It doesn't matter dear. What will you call him?"
"Eleanor, I don't want a dog. Did it occur to you, I don't want a pet?"
"Elizabeth Catherine, what makes you think I know anything about the source of the puppies origination. Obviously, you think I sent the puppy! I've been here with you all morning! How did I get a puppy to you?"
"I don't know Eleanor, but since you've come here, less than twenty-four hours all kinds of kooky things are happening. Why? Maybe you conjured the puppy up? Hum? YOU TELL ME! Who are you, why are you here, why why why!"
"Oh dear. You don't want the little puppy? Come on little boy. I'll let you out side for a little romp in the snow. Then, I will fix some warmed milk and try to find a little something a puppy can eat. Come on little boy."
Eleanor takes the little pup outside. She turns to Beth and speaks a riddle in a poem:
"A little joy gift brought by a dove .
A puppy present sent from above.
But, you resist; and shove
Turning dog backwards, spells God's love."
With the poem's ending Beth picked the little boy up and named him; His-Glove.
Lovey, for short. Beth decided to love the gift that day. His-Glove would be the first hint of love she had excepted in a very long time.
The two other boxes left to open, but Beth was tied up with box one. She yelled at Eleanor, "I thought the boxes are yours? Is the puppy yours?"
"No, dear. Box one was addressed to Elizabeth Catherine Dubois."
"Well, who is the sender? Is there a card, or a note attached?"
"Yes, yes, here is a note. It says, 'from daddy.'" Hmm...Eleanor agreed this was certainly odd...
Author Notes
Special thanks to the artist who captured the sweet innocent life of the puppy in the picture A Pups New Home by Declan
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