Boy, set out to do a good deed! The kids were next door Saturday visiting the neighbors and I was fixing supper. When I went to get them, they were all in a tizzy about a stray dog headed for the yard – translate: the chickens!!!! The neighbor caught the dog and Kristen turned over her jump rope. What does the nice neighbor do? Ties him up to our deck post. The dog is wearing a collar and tags, so we jump on the internet and trace the tag. We found the owner and an address, but no phone number. Joel says he’ll take the dog and at least tie it up at the owner’s home. Off he and Karra go to the return the dog. They were gone for a long time. Turns out that the address that the tag was registered to, wasn’t the dog’s owner. "It belongs down the street." Off they go down the street. They finally ended up with someone who said the dog belonged to the next door neighbors whose house had burned down. He very reluctantly agreed to take the dog, but at the cost of Kristen’s jump rope. SMALL sacrifice.
After Joel got back, I was highly tempted to call our neighbor and ask if they wanted a dog. Just to see what they’d do. I guess I understand their not wanting to deal with the dog; their kids are much younger, but still! We didn’ exactly want to deal with it either. It was a friendly enough dog and a real shame that the owners weren’t taking better care of it.
On the health front, I missed church again yesterday thanks to a relapse of this stupid cold. I just can’t seem to shake it. I thought a weekend of nice warm weather, fresh air in the house and cleaning surfaces would do it. I guess I over did it.
And that’s what’s happening on the homestead.