Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! –Psalm 107:8

The day before we left for vacation last August, something terrible happened here at the house that I just didn’t want to talk about at all. Our little puppy, Yoda, died.  We were all devastated, we found him when we came home from renting the van we were going to drive on the trip. It wasn’t something I could protect the kids from, and it especially hurt Ryan.  We cried for hours, we buried the little fella, everyone was very quite the whole evening, and then the next morning we got up and went on our trip and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.  We had a great time on our trip, but the sadness was still there.

So about 2 weeks ago, we were on our way home from the homeschool co-op. It was Ryan’s turn in the front, and he turned to me and asked me if I would pray with him when we got home. When I asked what he wanted to pray for, all he would say was Yoda.  He hadn’t said a word about Yoda since vacation, so I was a little surprised, but we prayed.  The next day, he was real quite all day. We had a field trip and he was quiet on the field trip, and cried when we got home. When I asked why, he said he missed Yoda.

So last Thursday, we got home from the homeschool co op and hung around for a while, just doing what we wanted.  About 6:00 my MIL, who lives next door, called.  She said “Jan, there is a dog out in my driveway, he keeps trying to come in the house. And I think he’s a Corgi”  I said I’d be right over. Something just told me that we were getting ready to be blessed in a big way.  I said, Ryan, come on, and we walked out and got in the car. We drove up in Judy’s driveway, opened the car door, and sure enough, there was a dog that looked like a Corgi. He came right over to the car and starting wagging his tail. Pretty soon, he was in the car.  He had a collar that went with an electric fence on his neck though.

We brought him home, and the little fellow was definitely good with kids. He went from kid to kid, licking faces.  They took him outside and ran around the yard, and he ran with them, wagging his tail.  They wanted to keep him in the house, but I think I am kind of done with having dogs in the house. I told them that if he was going to stay, he’d stay, but we weren’t going to tie him up or keep him in the house, it had to be his choice.  Also, if his owner came to claim him, they were going to have to be satisfied that they had got to play with him for a while, that in itself was a blessing.

We went to bed that evening, and the little dog was still on the porch.  We got up the next morning, and he was still there.  We had another field trip that Friday, and when we got in the car and left, he didn’t follow us.  We got home, and he was waiting on the porch.  I was pretty sure we had a dog, if only his owner wouldn’t show up wanting him back.

That evening, I got a phone call.  It was my Father in law. Was Max still there?  A lady that works at the plant where he is a security guard (making money to play with during his retirement)  had stopped by. She lives out here on this road, and she was missing a Corgi, named Max.  Had he seen one anywhere? Chad said he knew exactly where Max was. 

So I had to tell the kids that Max had a home, that his owner was coming to pick him up on her way home from work.   When she got here, she told us that Max had belonged to her grand daughter, who had moved to Missouri.  She was thinking about trying to find Max a new home, but she really wanted to keep him.  It came up that she was going on vacation starting Tuesday, so we made arrangements to baby sit him while she was gone.   She put Max in the truck and said well, if he shows up here again before Tuesday,  he’ll be yours.  BUt he never ran away before, and I expect he’ll stay home.

When we got home from church Sunday, guess who was sitting on our front porch, waiting for us?

We called his owner, who came later that evening to pick him up.  We talked for a while, she apologized that he had shown up again, but she just couldn’t give him up.  Her granddaughter still loved the dog, and wanted him there when she visited.  I told her it wasn’t a problem, that as long as Max kept showing up, we’d keep loving on him and playing with him while he was here, but that she shouldn’t feel bad about coming and taking him home, either.  If she was worried that he was going to get hit by a car traveling to our house, she could even bring him before she left for work and pick him up on the way home, we’d just be his doggy day care. That way the kids would still get to play with him, and she’d still have him there in the evening.

But when she went to leave, Max wouldn’t go. He’d walk a little way up the driveway towards her when she called, but then turn around and walk back to the porch when she started walking to the truck.  So, she let Max make his own choice.


Max is home. 

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. –James 1:17