One day I’m writing a blog post and it’s May. Suddenly it’s July 1st.
Where’d June go?
Life was too busy to even notice, but I can tell you there was a whole lot of moving going on. We helped our son and his family pack their home and move to Illinois. Then we packed and moved ourselves to Colorado for the summer and fall.
Did you notice the new porch on the blog banner?
Then the boys went to their new home and wildfires erupted throughout Colorado.
We watched via local news as acres and acres of forest burned and hundreds of homes were destroyed. And wept for the people and the animals. Today those families are returning to what’s left of their homes.
The fires are still sad and scary, but thanks to some outstanding firefighters the big Waldo Canyon fire is under control. We’re praying the others will be controlled soon too.
Though we’re safe from forest wildfires for now – the nearest is 50 miles away over the Continental Divide, we’ve had some drama here on the front porch…
Three days ago a couple of summer folk here for the 4th of July stopped by the porch to ask if we had seen their two white Pekingese dogs. The dogs had gotten out of the cabin they rented. The owners couldn’t find them.
We’d only seen them walking with their owners the day before.
My heart broke for the owners and the dogs. I couldn’t imagine losing my four legged babies. Plus, there’s lions, tigers and bears in woods, you know.
We watched for the little white fur balls, but never saw them and feared they were gone forever.
Then today, as we sat on the porch, two kids stopped and asked if we were missing our dogs. Buster and Toby bounded to the fence to greet the kids so they knew we hadn’t.
They said two white dogs had come down off the mountain from the woods behind their grandmother’s place and they were keeping them until they could find the owners.
My dh and I looked at one another. The dogs had to belong to the couple. We lent the kids two leashes and told them where to find the couple. We didn’t know the cabin or house number, only the street.
Those two Good Samaritan kids went door to door with the little dogs until they found the owners. When the young tween returned the leashes, I told her I would write about the good deed she and her brother had done.
I don’t think she believed me. But what better way to get back on the blogging track than with a happy ending story. I love happy endings.
What about you? Have you had any happy endings lately?