A Happy Ending

Well, Dinah's back home where she belongs! After four weeks loose in Porterville, we got a call the other day from a woman who thought maybe she had our dog. She said, "Can you describe her?" and I said, "She's a big yellow-brown dog, solid muscle, jumps tall buildings with a single bound, and is a sweetheart in the house." The woman said, "Does she like water? Like sprinklers and hoses?" and I said, "Yes. Loves them."

Magic words: "I think I have your dog."

We went and picked her up as soon as Richard got home from work. She was glad to see us--that particular family had found her the week before walking down Main Street, dehydrated and really dragging. They knew she belonged to someone because she was so sweet, and took her home.

We offered to pay a reward to the woman, and she said, "Just pay it forward."

We will.