All's well that ends well.
In the midst of our community despair over that little,lost white Dawg, wrongly profiled as a black Chihuahua, St. Francis himself, came to intervene. The little Dawg in fact was the beloved companion of one of the most noted young men of our community, and after a series of inquiries, the young man and his dear Dawg were reunited, joyfully. There wasn't a dry eye in the truck.
Laughter through tears; what a great emotion...to see a boy and his dog reunited and a well-respected Pastor and friend slouched in the the bed of the truck holding the little dog as we drove home.
And for good measure, we had a wonderful word of prayer.
God is Great! And God spelled backwards is Dog.
Don't give up! There is a home for everyone.
Thank you to everyone who are willing to take the time.