Well, he is more of a German bread than Irish but since we adopted him on St. Patrick's Day 6 years ago, he qualifies as a naturalized Irish!
This is Shea. Since all our furry family members have names beginning with the letter 'S' we obviously needed a name for this sweet boy with the same. Hence - Sheamus McCauley Krone! 
Shea's past is unknown except that he has given us a few clues through his personality. He is unfriendly around men wearing ball hats. Despite 6 years of not worrying where his next meal is coming from, Shea still feels the occasional need to dumpster dive for treats. He hates storms, but then we know he was found on the streets during a severe storm.
The vet confirmed that some people are just more cruel than I could ever imagine when he told us the mark near Shea's privates is where someone tried to tattoo this dear puppy. Also, his jaw had been dislocated, leaving the vet to conclude that our loving boy was the sacrifice dog for those training their fight dogs! Dislocating his jaws meant he couldn't clamp down and bite what these awful people wrongfully considered to be the more valuable animal.
We are thrilled that Shea escaped and found his way to our family and our hearts. Over these past 6 years, he has proven that his greatest need is like that of many of us - to just be loved for who he is! What a great example of our Father God's love for us. Just as we are, with our hurts, disfigurations, brokenness and needs, our Lord desires to adopt us into a loving family of faith who only wishes to care for us eternally.
Oh my goodnes, I shudder when I read about what Seamus went through before he found you guys. I was like that, too, when the Lord found me. Broken and unusable. I like you analogy about the lovenof the Body. It is so true.
ReplyDeleteLaura in Austin.