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Lady was a big, black, beautiful
German Shepherd mix. Susan got her for "free." You know what
that means don't you? The owner says: "If you'll pay for the shots,
feed her, build her a house, repair the yard she destroys and mend the
fence she breaks, I'll not charge you to take her off my hands." Free--that
word should not be allowed in reference to an animal.
She was our first family
dog, we all loved her. She was less than a year old, Jamie was entering
Kindergarten . . . I suppose they were about the same age in "dog
Lady had a terrible habit
of digging in the back yard or crawling under the fence to run in the corn
field across the road from our house. Eventually we bought a "doggie"
fence that zzzzzzzzzzzzaped her when she tried to escape.
One sunny afternoon I got
a call from Susan. "Jim, lady got out and Jamie went chasing after
her . . . I don't know where they are."
I know it made perfect sense
to Jamie to chase after the dog. After all he was SIX years old! A big
boy like him can take care of just about everything, he can tie his own
shoes, pour his own catsup and can certainly cross four lane roads safely,
I did two things immediately.
First, I began to pray that God would watch over him. Second, I got in
the car and went looking for him.
Thirty minutes later we found
them a half a mile and several busy streets from the house. Do I believe
in guardian angels? I do, especially when I look into Jamie's big brown