Found. And Lost.

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I found a dog today.

This hasn’t happened to me in quite a while.  It seemed like, for some time, I would find a stray a week.  It got to be a bit of a running joke.  But it is no joke.

At any rate, for those of you who weren’t reading at that time, here is a little glimpse of how I am, when it comes to lost little creatures.  If I am driving or walking, or crawling… it makes no difference really, and I see a dog without a human, it causes me concern.

I try to establish if it is “where” it is supposed to be.  But in some cases, there really seems to be no human companion.     When this is the case, I intervene.  Today was the case.

A dog was in the middle of a pretty busy street in Eaton, Ohio.  There was no human in the middle of traffic with it.  So, I pulled over to the first side street and called the dog.  Not on my cell phone, but called out to it. Like… “Come here little buddy.”

Little buddy came here.

This is a sweet dog indeed.  Aren’t they all?  I brought this pally home, and we set up a little pen for him/her.  We have three rescue dogs already.  My heart is aching for this little spirit.  It is doubtful that we will keep this sweetie.

Little buddy, is without his or her regular humans.  This may be a bad thing, or it may be a good thing.  However, this is all he/she knows.  Not me, and not my home.  It is hard for this dog.

I’ve posted notices with the Humane Society, and here on Facebook.  No response as of yet.

I’ve driven through town twice, looking for LOST DOG posters.  None seen.

If it were my dog, I’d have the Local Outpost of the National Guard out looking right now, and there would be billboards up everywhere.  But I can’t tell if anyone is looking.

I’m sad tonight.  And this sparked it.

But it made me sad on a bigger level.  Recently, we have been bombarded with the photographic image of Omran Daqneesh, the five-year-old Syrian boy in Aleppo.  And this “dog incident”  just reminded me of the much greater, much bigger, much more serious, and grave situations which exist.

Not only in that part of the world, but everywhere on our planet.  There are so many lost little souls. And big ones.  People of all ages, and all walks of life, with no where to turn, and no where to go.  There is no safe place for them right now.  As we speak, this is happening.  They are frightened.  They are hurt.  They are in need.

I don’t have answers, or solutions.  Sometimes, it feels like there is no hope for so many of these injustices in our world.  It pulls down on me… like a huge boulder, strapped to my ankle, while I am in a rushing river.  I can’t save the world.  None of us can alone.

And pulling a little dog out of traffic doesn’t even seem to make a dent.

I don’t know. I guess in the midst of this we can call on higher energy, or a higher power, or a greater good, to help.   Many people call it by a different name.  Some do not call it at all.

But I have to believe that a truer, better energy will prevail over that which is jaded.

Because I think it must.  We must.


When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always.”  ― Mahatma Gandhi


“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”  ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”  ― Jonathan Safran