The Furry Little Dog - A True Story

One cold January day, a cute little dog arrived at their house. He looked like he was freezing and probably lost. Or maybe even dumped. 

 

The little boys of the house tried to persuade their mom and dad to let the little dog come in that night. The parents, though, thought the dog belonged to someone, so they said no. However, they put a box with some blankets in it out on the porch for the dog. But there was something about him…

The mom got up in the night to check on him, and when she looked outside, the furry little dog was sitting on the deck, facing out towards the back yard, so he didn’t see her. He was staring out into the distance like he was waiting for something… or someone.

The next day, the mom and dad couldn't stand it anymore and let the little dog come into the house. And he acted like he belonged there with them.

 

Dad took the dog to the vet in town to see if he recognized him at all and to find out how old he might be. The vet said he had never seen him before, and he guessed his age to be about two years old.

 

 

After a couple of days, the dad and a couple of the kids went for a walk with the dog, hoping to find his owner, if he had one. The dog went up to someone’s porch, so the family figured he had found his home. When they kept walking, and the dog stayed behind, it seemed like it was a done deal.

Three days later, the mom was on her way home from work, and when she was about 15 minutes from home, she had a terrible thought about something happening to the little dog. You see, a storm was coming in that night, and all the mom could think about was the dog and whether he was warm or not… whether he was still alive or not.

So while she was driving home down Pryor Mountain, the mom prayed and asked God to let the little dog find his way back to them if he still didn’t have a home.

She had no idea the dad felt like he needed to go look for the dog, too. He and one of the boys drove around the neighborhood looking for him, but they didn’t see him anywhere. Right after the mom prayed for the dog, a lady rang the doorbell at the house. When the dad answered, she asked if they had been looking for a little homeless dog because one had been sitting on her neighbor’s porch. They were worried about the furry dog, too, because the family was going out of town.

Dad and son jumped in the car and drove to where the little dog was. When they got out of the car, the dog ran to greet them, jumping into the son’s arms. 

 

And they went home.

 

When Mom came home a few minutes later, she didn’t notice the little dog at first. She was more concerned with one of the other dogs being on the sofa. When one of her sons walked over to her holding the furry little dog, she started to cry and said, “I was just praying for him! I was just praying about this. I guess God even cares about little dogs.” And she picked him up and hugged him.

 

That little dog stayed with the family, even moving with them from Arkansas to Texas. He thinks he's in charge, just as his dog sisters do, too.

 

When you are tempted to think that you don’t matter, I hope you’ll remember the story of God showing He cares even about everyone, even little furry dogs.