I Didn’t Get A Picture Of The Dog

No dog pix to share?

Nope, yesterday I was in the depths of HTML coding on book descriptions, trying not to pull out my hair when I kept getting the dreaded (open bracket) messages, when ALL of the brackets were closed, except that one,…little one,…about midway down the body hiding behind a paragraph. Oh, that’s what that exasperating popup notification meant,…a comma doesn’t suffice for a bracket,…trust me it doesn’t.

In the midst of this peck and hunting for a rogue coding, our doorbell rang.

Mmmm, is it Girl Scout cookie time? Or the tree cutting service trying to drum up business? Couple weeks ago a dubious ‘college-student’ was trying to pay for her scholarship by giving me Tide-pods.

Can’t make this stuff up, folks.
But even in the face of dubious – kindness is always called for.

So yes, I answered the door to find a very apologetic, yet slightly ecstatic middle-aged man, who had parked his honking big truck in our driveway. Roofing scam?

Nope, it was a neighbor from the other side of a busy road, so we’ve never met, but I could see his house from our driveway.

The man’s dog had run away two weeks ago.

Two weeks the man had been hunting everywhere for his dog – very old and blind. It was a little chilly yesterday, and I suppose the warmth of our brick steps were comforting to the elderly dog curled in a corner – very weary and resign.

Our neighbor wanted me to know why his truck was parked in our driveway. Bless the dear man, he was so worried – I’d be angry. Stepping upon soapbox, such a sad, sad, commentary upon our times, that neighbor-to-neighbor he would be so worried about such a minor detail. Hello, we’re all human, folks, let’s act like it! Descending soapbox.

Personally, I felt blessed to get to witness such a tender reunion.

“Hey buddy,” said the man, “Let’s go home,” – and the answering thump of the wearily wagging tail.

Hardly a time to drag out my phone and snap a pix, but I did watch as the man lovingly carried his treasured pet to the truck.

The elderly dog couldn’t walk, it was too tired, and too blind, and quite frankly it was a little mangy-looking with that scruffy coat and watery eyes. No prize, one would think, but to that man – that dog was all that had been on his mind for the last two weeks.

Oh yes, I was blessed, so very blessed to have that divine encounter.

The poor dog was lost, he couldn’t find his way home, but he had a Master that never stopped looking for him, a Master that was willing to suffer humiliation to ring a strange doorbell, a Master that was willing to carry him the last steps to safety. Hello, you can see where I am going with this,…if not,…I’ll be more frank.

How many times in our lives do we feel lost, alone, and weak? We’re blind to whatever is keeping us from shelter. We don’t look like much, or have much value, and we don’t even know the way home, but we have a Master – looking for us, never giving up on us, willing to suffer for us, willing to find us, loving us when no one else does.

Our neighbor was thrilled to have found his long-lost dog, and the long-lost dog was thrilled to be going home – where he was love, valued, and cared for.

So my blog title is true, I didn’t get a picture of the dog, but the memory of that encounter is imprinted upon my heart.

“For the Son of Man has come to save that which was lost. “What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine and go to the mountain to seek the one that is straying?” Matthew 18: 11-12

“I will search for the lost and bring back the strays. I will bind the injured and strengthen the weak.” Ezekiel 34:16

“He tends his flocks like a shepherd; He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.” Isaiah 40: 11

Until I post again,…may God bless and keep you!

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