{"id":23396,"date":"2026-03-11T14:37:26","date_gmt":"2026-03-11T14:37:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gpbookstore.org\/articles\/uncategorized\/when-daddy-decided-to-splurge\/"},"modified":"2026-04-10T06:16:13","modified_gmt":"2026-04-10T06:16:13","slug":"when-daddy-decided-to-splurge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gpbookstore.org\/articles\/positive-living\/when-daddy-decided-to-splurge\/","title":{"rendered":"When Daddy Decided to Splurge"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A friend was going to look after my dog, Muffin, while I went into the hospital for some surgery. On the way to her house I stopped to see my mom and dad, Muffin trotting in after me as though she were a regular member of the family. A Benji look-alike, she&#8217;d been my soul mate for seven years. From the first time I&#8217;d spotted the wiry-haired stray hiding in the briers by a chain-link fence, we&#8217;d been inseparable. 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I dropped Muffin off at my friend&#8217;s and drove on to the hospital, still thinking of what Dad had said. <em>Why did his criticism hurt so much? <\/em>I was a grown woman with a successful career as a nurse. Why did his approval matter? It was as though I were a little girl again, trying to make my daddy proud.<\/p>\n<p>A child of the Depression, Dad had had to be careful with money. He&#8217;d worked as a telegraph operator on the railroad and supplemented his earnings selling old pocket watches at flea markets. A horse trader, people called him. When I was barely out of diapers, I picked up his jargon. He loved to tell about the time he tugged on my pigtails and asked if I&#8217;d take a five-dollar bill for my Tiny Tears doll. I took a long look at her pink bottle and packet of tissues and shot back, &#8220;I want more, this here&#8217;s a rare one!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>By the time I was 10 years old, I was doing odd jobs in the neighborhood, hoping to match Dad&#8217;s industry. 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Wasn&#8217;t there anything I could do to make him happy? When I was a little older I took up the violin so I could join in when he pulled out his fiddle. Then I studied piano. My first recital, I knew how proud he&#8217;d be of the way I played &#8220;The Londonderry Air.&#8221; But at the last minute Daddy couldn&#8217;t come. He had to work overtime. We needed the money. For a rainy day.<\/p>\n<p>After I studied nursing and pursued my RN career, I became something of a horse trader myself, going to flea markets, collecting antiques. No matter what I bought, Dad was able to take the wind out of my sails when I told him the deal I&#8217;d made or how much I&#8217;d managed to save.<\/p>\n<p>With Muffin, though, I never cut corners. She deserved the very best. In the hospital after my surgery, I kept thinking of how happy I&#8217;d be to see her again.<\/p>\n<p>It was then that I received word Muffin had jumped the fence in my friend&#8217;s backyard and raced off. 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Before hanging up he added, &#8220;Your dad must think the world of you to go to all this trouble.&#8221; Why did he say that? Another caller said, &#8220;The dog your father described to me is here, I&#8217;m sure of it.&#8221; What were they talking about?<\/p>\n<p>The following day a coworker drove me around to check on the leads I&#8217;d received. None of the shaggy mutts people had found were Muffin. One was 100 miles away, but I knew how Muffin loved to jump into any open car door, so I felt compelled to investigate. Alas, the &#8220;female dog with matted hair&#8221; turned out to be a male cat. &#8220;I felt so bad for you I guess I got carried away,&#8221; the stranger admitted.<\/p>\n<p>Then my sister called. &#8220;I found Muffin at the pound!&#8221; I was beside myself with relief as I went with her to investigate. But I knew at once when I approached the cage that the thin, mangy dog wasn&#8217;t my Muffin.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Just call her name,&#8221; my sister urged. &#8220;Maybe she&#8217;s lost weight.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Muffin!&#8221; I cried. And from the saddest corridor in the animal world, 56 dogs of every description howled in unison.<\/p>\n<p>With that my heart just broke. All those animals longing for a home expressed my own longing for my dog. It was as though my loneliness had found a voice.<\/p>\n<p>That night another stranger called. She wanted me to know she was praying for me. &#8220;I don&#8217;t know why this had to happen to you, honey,&#8221; she said, &#8220;but God knows how you feel. Trust him with your sadness.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>By then I had given up, but when one more person called, absolutely certain he had my dog, I allowed myself to hope one more time. A friend drove me to the end of a muddy hollow, where a man stood with a yelping, stubby-tailed orange dog much bigger than Muffin. &#8220;She just has to be yours,&#8221; he insisted as the huge dog pawed my skirt.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t think so,&#8221; I said sadly.<\/p>\n<p>The man looked at me woefully. &#8220;Lady,&#8221; he said, &#8220;I&#8217;ve already promised my grandkids a trip to Disney World with all that reward money your father&#8217;s giving.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I was stunned. &#8220;Reward?&#8221; From the man who always accused me of squandering money on Muffin? The thrifty father who wanted me to save for a rainy day?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I got the ad right here.&#8221; He pulled out the beat-up newspaper he had jammed in his back pocket. &#8220;See, this one.&#8221; He held out the want ads and pointed to an item he&#8217;d circled.<\/p>\n<p>I took the paper, read it once, then twice, blinking hard to clear the tears that blurred my vision. 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You&#8217;ve never splurged like that. What about always saving for a rainy day?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Daddy fixed his eyes on a crack in his brown leather shoe. &#8220;Sweetheart,&#8221; he said, &#8220;the day you lost your little Muffin I felt the biggest downpour of my life. You were so sad, I would have given anything to get your dog back for you. I&#8217;m sorry she hasn&#8217;t come home.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I thought of all the scrimping and saving Dad must have done to put away a thousand dollars and how quick he was now to give it up for me. The years suddenly faded, and I was once more the girl who had learned bargaining from the best horse trader in the business. You can&#8217;t put a dollar figure on love, but Dad had come up with &#8220;a rare one&#8221; of his own. Nothing was too much for my happiness.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thank you, Dad,&#8221; I said, my voice breaking.<\/p>\n<p>This story has a bittersweet ending. Muffin never turned up, but my prayers that she was okay did a lot to comfort me. Eventually, Dad took me back to the pound, and I brought home one of those howling mutts that was yearning for a home. It wasn&#8217;t a replacement for my lost dog\u2014nothing could take the place of Muffin\u2014but this was a new dog to spoil to my heart&#8217;s content. I named her Cleo, and we had many happy years together. And from that point on, Dad and I had an understanding. He can complain all he wants about the money I spend, and I can spoil my dog as much as I want.<\/p>\n<p>Love can express itself in many different ways. I realize that when I was young, Daddy worked hard to be a good provider, saving for a rainy day. Then, as now, he was sheltering his baby girl, and giving me love the best way he knew how.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A friend was going to look after my dog, Muffin, while I went into the hospital for some surgery. 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