It was a two-hour drive to get her, and no one at home had a clue what I was up to. Early Saturday morning, I quietly left the house with my mom without saying a word. Since my mom works as a cleaner, it wasn’t unusual for me to tag along and help her from time to time. I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what everyone assumed I was doing—if only they knew how wrong they were! (LOL)
A couple of hours later, I walked back into the house, cradling the sweetest little girl in my arms.
It just felt like fate.
There’s a saying that goes:
**You don’t pick the dog; the dog picks you.**
Now, I don’t know how true that saying really is,
BUT...
When I arrived at the owner’s house and stepped inside, this sweet little girl did everything she could to get to me. Her owner mentioned that plenty of people had visited to see her before, but she never showed any interest in them.
The owner picked her up one last time to say goodbye,
BUT... she squirmed and wiggled in their arms, desperate to get to me. The moment I held her, she covered me in kisses. It felt as though she had been waiting for me all along.
It truly was meant to be.
At the time, her name was Bean. The owner asked if I planned to keep it, but I wasn’t entirely sure.
On the drive home, I tossed around a few names in my head before landing on Mia-Bean.
I had always dreamed of having a dog named Mia—it just had to be the right one. And now, Mia-Bean (or simply Mia) was the perfect match.
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