Today I left Daisy in a neighbor’s care for an overnight stay while we go to Mexico for another dental appointment. Daisy seems to know when something’s up—she gets anxious when I pull out a suitcase or put her bed in a bag. She’ll dance around in circles and follow me around “like a puppy.” It’s hard to look into her eyes and not feel sad about leaving her behind, but Mexico is not a good place to take a dog.
Daisy has made great progress in her social skills since my son rescued her from the streets in his neighborhood. It took baiting her with food for two weeks before he could get his hands on her to take her to the veterinarian. No chip, no notice of lost dog. It seemed the right thing to do to keep her. I ended up with her because she was alone all day and seemed so sad. Since then she’s become a family dog spending time with each of my daughters, too. Everyone loves Daisy, and she is finally beginning to warm up to strangers.
I’m not much of a pet person, but Daisy is easy to love. She’s is a sweetheart and compliant, and learned if she didn’t stray off the path we would keep her around. We can learn a lesson from this dog—once found, she’ll never be lost again.
Lord, thanks for finding us when we are lost. Amen.