Lost Dog/Found Dog

Last Saturday, my sweet stepmom's son, Eddie, lost his truck and his house trailer in the tornado that ripped through Eagle Lake. On Sunday, Eddie's old dog, a 13 year old Sharpei mix, nosed his way out of the fenced in backyard that was his temporary home.

Eddie accepted the loss of his home and truck. They could be replaced. But Kelo could not. Calls were made to local vets, radio stations, and shelters in hopes that Kelo would be found. I called neighbors with a description and asked them to call my number if he turned up at one of their houses. People were praying that he would be found. But, nobody had seen Kelo.

Bill and I were driving home from a fundraiser for the fire damaged Bovina Cafe when, about a mile from home, we spotted a brownish looking dog with a wrinkly face walking down our street. We stopped immediately, and Bill tentatively approached the dog, made friends, and took hold of the dog's collar.

The only family number I had was for Eddie's sister in law. I immediately called it and asked if she and Eddie's wife could come see if this was, indeed, Kelo. As they drove up to where we were, both of these ladies broke out in big grins and gave the thumbs-up sign. We had found Eddie's old dog. Although stinky and hungry from almost a week of adventuring, Kelo was alive and unhurt.

Now Kelo is clean, fed, and reunited with his "Dad."

Kinda sounds like a country song. But this one had a happy ending.