Lost and Found

Just got back from a long and unexpected drive.

This morning, the people that took Buddy from us took him to the vet. The problem for them is that we had posters at every vet in the area Google would let us find. Between that and the microchip, the local SPCA and sheriff got involved. We got an anonymous call followed by an official one from the SPCA. It was 12:15, I had a 4.5 hour trip if all went well, plus a border crossing and some tricky navigation on country roads, and the SPCA closed at 5. I made it almost right on the button.

So we have Buddy back minus some of his stuff, and I have the number and address of the people who took him. I read an article in Faith Today this week that says you don’t have to forgive someone until they repent. I actually disagree, in part because I don’t like what not forgiving does to my own heart. So now I have the work of forgiving people who are a bit more real to me know.

But the dang dog is back.