Brownie

Good morning! 

Meet Drake. Or A.K.A. Brownie. 🙂

He’s lived with me for the past four or five years. Not by my choice I can assure you. He belonged to my youngest daughter, and I somehow inherited him. I had pets of my own. Actually that is incorrect.  All my pets were my children’s doing. I’m just a softy, and I tolerate them. I never find, adopt or purchase them. But as my daughters left home, the pets didn’t. It’s my destiny. 🙂 I do have a Golden that was a gift from my ex that I do thoroughly adore. I’m more of a big dog girl. 

Drake has a very bad habit of running out the front door every chance he gets when it is opened. To the park across the street. And when he does, it’s a game of tag. And I’m always it. He wins every time. It’s not a fun game to me. Not nearly as fun as it is to him. I’ve learned to give up. Stop rewarding negative behavior by chasing him. I go inside. He then has no one to chase him and returns to the door and barks to be let back in.

Well this particular Thursday I was leaving to go to work. I had not allowed extra time in my departure for a game of tag. But Drake had a different plan. He darted out the door. I called him to no avail. I had to go. No time to play. I texted my daughter to let him in, and off I went. 

No Drake. 😦 She drove around and couldn’t find him. I drove the neighborhood and schools and park across the street when I got off. No Drake. 😦 I know was decluttering, and he wasn’t my favorite. But I felt pretty bad. 😦 That’s not how I would have planned his going away party. I had no idea if he was dead or alive. I hoped someone had him.

Saturday afternoon as we were working in the garage,  we heard someone at the front door. It was Drake! And his new friends! A mom and three small children. He’d been found on Thursday by a family that went to the school across the street. They didn’t find anyone looking for him so they took him home and posted his being found on websites.  I was busy at work and never looked. They decided to return to the scene on Saturday and start searching.  

The three children wanted a dog. Their only pet was a guinea pig.  Dad was allergic.  They’d already renamed him Brownie over his two night stay. I had to laugh. He’s a Min Pin. A black dog. With slight brown markings. What could I do? I did the only thing anyone would do. I offered them my dog. On a trial basis. To see if dad and the guinea pig could tolerate him. We exchanged phone numbers and I kissed Drake, I mean Brownie,  good bye and wished him well with his three new little friends.♡ I knew he’d be in heaven to get such attention. 

It’s now Tuesday and no sign of Drake or Brownie. 🙂 I have a sneaky suspicion that we just witnessed a little answered prayer. In my decluttering, downsizing, he’d be my choice to go. And I have a pretty good idea those three little ones just may have been praying they wouldn’t find his owner. But God is so good,  He made a happily ever after out of it for everybody. 

And who knows, Brownie may have just been praying for some kids of his own too! ♡ Be careful what you pray for! 🙂

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.                                   Mark 11:24

Love and laughter, 

Sandy

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