After church on Easter Sunday, we were driving over to my parents’ house when we saw a dog standing on the side of the road just outside of our neighborhood park. The pup had a collar, but we could tell from a few hundred yards away that this dog was lost, sad and confused. We pulled over, and my husband got out to see if he could find a tag, but no luck there.
This sweet boy was in desperate need of some affection and leaned hard into my husband, Mike, for some scratches, which is when I hopped out of the car to see what was going on. We noticed a flyer right above where the dog was standing, and when we looked more closely we saw that this pup was the one on the flyer! Immediately we felt relieved and excited to reunite this pet with his family and then our hearts sank when we noticed it said “Found Dog.” That didn’t seem right. If he was “found” why was he back on the street?
I called the number to get the story, and, as it turns out, the family who posted the “Found Dog” flyer saw the dog get dumped out of a car on Friday evening. They ended up taking him for the night, which is when they made the signs and posted them up around our neighborhood. However, they decided he was too dirty and itchy to continue to care for and then dumped him out of their house, right back on the street. Listening to this story I tried hard to keep my feelings to myself, but I just couldn’t imagine how they could turn him away so carelessly. The poor animal was clearly confused and hurt because he stayed vigil under that “Found Dog” sign for an entire day … it breaks my heart. I quickly said, “We’ll take it from here,” and then we drove the pup home to rest comfortably at our house for a few hours while we went to celebrate Easter with my parents.
When we came back home, we saw “Tex” had made a lovely bed out of our patio furniture and perked up when he saw us. We took caution introducing him to the rest of our pack, but he fit right in. He was a gentlemen with our two girls, and seemed to genuinely love kids. I don’t even think it was 10 minutes before all three of my children were begging to keep him. My heartstrings tugged for Tex but the mom in me was getting overwhelmed - three kids, three dogs, two jobs, one husband and having our house on the market seemed like too much to take in. I started to freak out.
So I said a prayer. “God, I know we need to help sweet Tex, and please show me how.”
Instantly I felt peace, and there was a little “voice” in my head saying “keep him safe tonight, and then get him to the vet tomorrow morning.” That seemed like a manageable plan, and that’s just what we did. Tex got a bath, we all had some dinner and then tucked ourselves into bed for the night. Whew, what a day!
The next morning was busy with ballet, housework, and school, but we got the pup an appointment at 10:30 a.m. At the time, I felt like we needed to make sure Tex was healthy, get him scanned for a chip, and see if we could do something about his itchiness. Little did I know what God had in store.
My husband volunteered to bring Tex in, and my 2-year-old demanded to go with him, so off the boys went to the vet. They were there a few minutes early and took a seat in the lobby. After about three minutes, the door opens, and my husband noticed another guy come in but thought nothing of it. Then, unbelievably, he hears, “that’s my dog!” Tex’s head quickly snaps left to look at the door and BAM, he shot off like a rocket to his dad!
Poor Tex had been lost since late Friday afternoon, and his owner had been searching all of the kennels and shelters but never could find him. On Monday he took the morning off to search the nearby clinics, and our vet was the very first one he came to - the first one! It was a sheer miracle that God brought Tex to us, and we helped bring him back to his family - not unbelievable, but amazing! In the midst of our busy lives, God had us pause long enough to look out of the window, and see a life worth saving. What an incredible feeling to be part of His great plan.
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Houston area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.