You've been there . . . you're driving home and you see a little dog running amok along the road. You, heart wrenching as the little guy dodges cars, pull over to rescue him.
It happened to me . . . and Hope and Shae and Chase. We were going to lunch and saw this little, tiny actually, white dog running along Ellis. He darted into a track of homes and we followed, pulled over and the kids jumped out to go get him. He was like a rocket. Turbo charged. The kids could not catch him. He was like the six million dollar dog. Bionic. Sonic booms followed him. He was greased lightening.
He now streaked across Ellis, weaving through traffic. We kept closing our eyes. We did not want to view the inevitable. Amazingly, he made it and we crossed over after him. A white truck was caught up in our chase. Two young men took up the chase with us as we pursued the white hound. Unfortunately we all lost this cute canine in the neighborhood and the boys aiding in the pursuit, bid us farewell. We continued on our way to lunch with a story for the Roderick family archives.
The next Saturday evening at church Shae saw one of the young men who helped us look for that little dog. Small world, huh?
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