Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Marlo Schalesky and the Once-Ugly, Always-Beautiful Cisco

Marlo Schalesky shares this marvelous memorial to her dog Cisco.


Sometimes you learn things about God in the strangest places. For me, I learned something about His gifts from an ugly little puppy named Cisco. I got Cisco over ten years ago, and he died recently (just got old). And so, I reminded again of how I'd gotten him and what he taught me about God.

Here's how it happened:"Hey, you guys want a puppy?" our friends, Steve and Angela, asked one day after church. "They’ll be born in about a month.”

"Nah. I got enough work to do,” I said.Steve smiled. “They’re boxers.”

“Boxers? Really?" My husband and I spun around. We loved boxers. But, they were hard to come by, and expensive at that, so we'd never gotten one.

"Yeah, purebreds." Steve’s grin broadened. "So, what do you say?”

"I’ve changed my mind. We definitely want one!” The words tumbled from my mouth.In a month, right on schedule, seven little boxer puppies were born. With hearts filled with longing, Bryan and I leaned over the litter and eyed each one. Which would we choose? Six were just adorable, with their little black faces and pushed in noses.

The seventh, on the other hand, was not. An ugly pinkish-white splotch spread over his entire face, making him look more like a rat than a dog.

"Yuck. What happened to that one?" I said, pointing at the white-faced pup.

Angela sighed. "We might end up having to keep that one. I can't imagine anyone picking him."

I shrugged and studied the cute puppies. Bryan stepped next to me. "Which one do you like the best?"

"What about that one?" I pointed to a pup with a thin white stripe up his face.Bryan picked up the puppy and handed him to me.

"This is the one I like, too."

Steve smiled. "Hey, why don't you guys take two?"

"Could we?" Bryan turned to me. "Is there another one you like?"

"Well, let me hold me a different one and I'll see.”

Bryan headed toward the puppy pen.

"Any one but that ugly little white faced one!" I added as Bryan reached into the pen.

Then, one by one I held the other five pups, but none seemed “just right.”Finally, five weeks rolled around. Like new parents, we gazed down at the wiggling mass of puppies. There they all were, six little black faced cuties, and one . . . wait a minute!

There was the white faced pup, and he was the cutest of the bunch.We brought all the little boxers out to play on the mat, and the white-faced one played with Bryan and I, licked our faces, and wagged his little nubby tail. I couldn't resist. We claimed our second pup.

In the years to come, Cisco became a special blessing to me. He snuggled with me when I was sad, romped with me when I was happy, and sat curled at my feet when I watched television. Often, Bryan would look at us, shake his head, and say, "He's definitely your dog."

And to think that I once said, "Any puppy but that ugly little white faced one."

Cisco made me wonder how many gifts from God I turned my back on because they seemed a little ugly at first, or weren't what I had in mind. Maybe it was that lunch with someone who sort of bugged me, or the Bible study I just didn't have time for, or the neighborhood get-together that I felt too tired to attend.

So, even now when he's gone, Cisco is a reminder to me to look beyond my initial reactions to see what God may have for me. I try not to say “yuck!” too quickly, but instead remember that the ugly, white-faced puppies in my life may really be special gifts from God, sent just for me.

Marlo Schalesky


Pam Halter said...

Ohmygosh, Marlo, what a great story! As the parent of a special needs child, this story really speaks to me. So many of our handicapped kids are overlooked by society and even their own families. In the midst of caregiving, I often forget the blessing my Anna can be.

Kathryn Mackel said...

Nothing more to say than, "Amen." Pam and Marlo said it all.

Kay said...

So sweet. So beautiful.

Marlo Schalesky said...

Thanks so much for your comments! Cisco was such a great dog . . . even if he did love to bark at nothing, and everything (a fact not included in the story ;-)). He was a bundle of, well, everything -- joy, noise, fun, love, wiggles. I miss him!


Bonnie Calhoun said...

Ohhhh...what a poignant made me cry! I picked a kitten like that one time!

We were taking my stepdaughter ack to her mother's on Sunday evening, and the new litter of kittens were outside in the yard...I chose the scruffy one that was diligently digging up Jan's rose bush!