I believe that dogs are an affirmation that God Exists.
Lately, given the state of the world you might be tempted to say there is No God.
But in the way of the famous Paul Harvey speech and poem “And so God Made a Farmer” let me add “So God made a Dog”.
I’ve owned Labrador Retrievers my entire life. The trouble with Labs, is their lives are far too short. Madison was 16, Callie just 10, Abby was only 7, and Robby 14. Sophia, my fifth Lab was 12 when we sadly we lost her to kidney failure just two weeks ago. The overwhelming feeling of sadness makes even my wife and I question our faith.
Yes, my wife and I are Lab people who even once owned a four pound very sweet Yorkie that believed with all her heart, that she was also a Lab.
So, my brother in-law calls, saying they have a situation. An apparently lost Chocolate Lab that was nearly hit by a dump truck has been picked up by (his daughter) my niece. Since we have Labs, they are soon asking if we would take it in while they try to locate the owner.
An hour later the niece and her daughter show up at our house with a large very excited Chocolate Lab who apparently thinks his name is “Buddy”.
Explains the 15-year-old daughter “I called to him and said “Hey Buddy come here!” and he came right over to me” then she adds so his name should be "Buddy".
He was found in downtown Cramerton near Floyd and Blackies, a local coffee shop. Customers say they saw “Buddy” at the golf club pool about a mile from downtown. No one knows his real name or who he belongs to.
So now an hour later “Buddy” is in Charlotte.
But behind the scenes the niece is posting photos of “Buddy” on social media.
We take “Buddy” for a walk and he’s a joy to be around, lots of energy and so we suspect he’s maybe two or three years old. Labs don’t grow out of the puppy stage until they are four or five yet “Buddy” understands sit, stay, laydown, give me your paw and even catches dog treats tossed his way, so as Lab go, “Buddy” well trained. He certainly is not a stray dog.
About an hour before sunset a call comes in that they found the owner and his dog’s name is not “Buddy” rather it is “Lux” as in, "Deluxe" and that the owner is on his way to Charlotte to pick him up.
Then also we learn that “Lux” was born on Christmas Day, and since we as a family are over the top about Christmas that is kind of interesting.
Out of all the people who saw him in downtown Cramerton he went to my niece’s daughter because she’s calling out to him “Come here Buddy” or maybe because she is just a real sweet kid, or maybe?
It seems odd that his name is “Lux” because “Buddy” seems to really fit, yet we don't tell the owner we been calling his dog "Buddy" for the last five hours.
About 30 minutes later “Lux” gets excited when he hears his owner’s Ford 350 diesel pull in the driveway, he clearly knows the familiar clanking, rattling sound known by truck drivers as the diesel knock.
"Lux’s" owner and I talk and joke about dogs, he’s very appreciative and a really nice guy who explains that “Lux” was on a run in his backyard and his daughter was supposed to put him in the house before she left.
It’s dark, it’s late and “Lux” has had a heck of a day and a big adventure, but he is ready to go home now.
His owner and I shake hands and then he turns to “Lux” giving him a couple of firm pats on the side and says much to my surprise:
“Come on “Buddy” Let’s go home”.
Yes, there is a God who takes care of us in so many ways.
2 comments:
The whole time he was calling you country boy, and you responded.
That was God telling you its OK to get another dog.
Anyone know why that cop killed himself?
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