Last week, on my way home from taking the kids to YW/YM, I saw a sweet puppy running down the sidewalk. I stopped and waited a minute, expecting the owner to be right behind him, but no one came. I followed him a little way down the street. When he stopped I opened my door while telling Jim "This might be the stupidest thing I can do". Before I could get out of the car he jumped into my lap, excited to see me!
Ella and I walked to neiborhood. We went door to door knocking and asking if this sweet boy belonged at their house. We had no luck. Before we knew it, it was time to pick up the kids. We drove around a little more and finally took him home for the night.
The next day I took him to a vet to get scanned. We found his owner and he went home. We were all heartbroken.
Friday afternoon, I received a text from his owner asking if we would like to meet him in the park to play. She explained that he was blue and wouldn't eat, but Ella and Ryder had stopped by the day before to see him and he was happy... until they left.
A visit in the park ended up with us taking him home for a longer visit. The visit as our house ended with a text asking if we wanted him to stay forever. We all jumped for joy.
A picture of our family with our new addition/blessing.
WELCOME HOME, THOR!!
