lost and found.




Shara and I were exercising our dog in the big empty field behind our property. It's been slated for 52 homes but right now it just sits while they go through city planning. There's a big old horse pen at the very back and we were in there throwing the frisbee around. We need Brynn fenced otherwise she just runs away and across the busy street. It's normally just me and I normally use a cloth frisbee but on monday I was trying out the older plastic frisbee. I gave it a hard throw and the wind took it and carried it far far away deep into the tall grass where we try not to go because it's tick and snake party back there. We trekked back to get it and Shara heard something crying on the other side of the fence. It turned out to be the little dog you see above. He was shaking and crying and trapped back there. I had to clear a whole lot of thorn bushes and thickets to get to him, crawling on my hands and knees while holding out a hot dog. It wasn't fun. He had a collar and a name and a number and a family that had been missing him for 3 days. He was 13 years old and just a wee little dog. The family was overjoyed that someone had found him and the amazing thing was, they live over 1.5 miles from us with only major roads in between us. Most of those roads have no shoulder. It's a miracle he wasn't hit. We are the only people who go back in that field. I pulled 3 ticks off him and he very much enjoyed a hot dog, some water and a cup of dry dog food. He was so happy to be found that if I wasn't holding him he would cry and crawl back into my lap. After the tearful reunion in which both dog and family were crying and shaking I looked at my arms. They were covered in scratches and welts and it was a powerful reminder to me of the cuts and welts on the arms of the saviour who saved me.

Posted: Wed - May 21, 2008 at 01:24 PM          

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