Lost Lil Doggy

Last night sometime after supper, I realized I hadn't seen our lil doggy Jazzy in a while. I looked all around the house, outside around the house, and she was nowhere to be found! Brandon and I immediately went out looking for her with flashlights. Brandon had to stay in the yard because Slade was inside the house. I went all the way down the road, around the block, behind our house. I went all over! I came home and Brandon went out searching in the pasture and all around the neighborhood as well. I took Slade to the neighbor's, where they watched him until we came home.

Brandon and I walked our neighborhood, drove our neighborhood and surrounding areas, several times! I know of places I had never been before on our own city block!!

Defeated, we came home. Empty handed. I picked up Slade and returned to our house. It was after 9 pm at this point. The wind was horrible, it was so dark. Our blind, old lil doggy was nowhere in sight.

Brandon called the cops when he got home. About 10 mins after I got home with Slade the cops called! They said they had three dogs at the pound and one fit our description. (Jazzy wasn't wearing her tags. They always wake up Slade so I had taken them off.) Brandon drove down and Jazzy was there!!! The cop said an older lady found Jazzy walking on the road. (I'm assuming it was our older neighborlady and it was our gravel road in front of our house). She had brought Jazzy in to the pound.

I am so thankful that Jazzy is okay! Thankful for people who do the right thing. What goes around comes around. I always find the owners of dogs that wander into our yard. I've even gone so far as to chain them up until the owners come looking for them. I always tell the owners I would be devastated had my dog been run over by a car or lost. And now I do know just how devastated I would really be.

So Jazzy is home. Immediately she ran in the house, to her dog bed, and started rolling on it. As if to say "ahhhh this is the life Mom!" Brandon said doggy jail would really be a sucky place to stay. 4 cement kennels with a tiny dog dish of water and food. No luxurious bed like Jazzy is used to. No kids to chase her around. She was truely happy to be home. And I was happy too. Very happy. Its times like these that you get the chance to really remember why you love them and just how much you love them. How much they have made an impact on your life. Even though letting them in and outside about 50 times a day is annoying, or the dog tags wake the kids. I am thankful for Jazzy. And I am thankful to again hear the sound of the tags on her collar tinkering through the house last night.