Our dog got loose today and spent the better part of the morning wandering our front yard. We were at work so of course we were blissfully ignorant to our “pork-a-lope” having such freedom. (Pork-a-lope is our affectionate nickname for Brew since he hops up and down on his front paws like some antelope yet he’s fat as a pig.) We still have mail delivered to a box in the front yard and when my husband gathered the letters, there was a note from our mailman. He wrote us the tale of our wandering beast and how they’d had a “talk” to coax him into the back yard.
This brought pleasant smiles to our faces for so many reasons. We sometimes forget there are still nice people all about us and even some who will take time out of their busy day to care for an unknown dog. Our hope for humanity still having people of worth is restored once again.
We want to thank our mailman but a note doesn’t seem adequate, so perhaps a small gift for his kindness will await him in our mailbox tomorrow.