Casey Found

This morning during church I received a call (silent-mode on) from a number I didn't recognize. About 20 minutes later I got a second call from a number I didn't recognize--an unusual occurance--so I stepped outside to listen to the voice mail.

Plano Animal Control had our dog!

I ran back into the service to grab John. (Sorry to leave so abruptly, Crosspointe, but our DOG WAS FOUND!!!)

When I googled where he was found, it was a straight line due east (10 miles) which means he had been walking for four days in the wrong direction. I should also mention that he had on Lucky's tags. I must have put the wrong collar on him when we went disc golfing. Which was the reason his were still here at the house.

He was very happy to see us. And has bitten John's beard and my hair (his sign of affection) constantly.

We got him a hamburger on the way home and he has slept almost all afternoon.

I love it when stories have a happy ending.
© Random Cathy
Maira Gall