Banjo's Angel

Sometimes life just forces you to believe in the good people possess.

I found a dog 2 months ago in a parking lot - it was 11 degrees outside. I took him home with me and named him Banjo. Banjo immediately assimilated into the family and I became determined to find him a forever home. My efforts to find him a home were not working and I was beginning to come around to the idea of keeping him, although he is an escape artist. Travel takes me away from the house every few weeks and last time I left, April 1, Banjo decided to leave too. The dog-sitter showed up and noticed he was missing and that his collar was on the kitchen counter. About a week later I returned home, but Banjo had not. I searched high and low for him to no avail.

Two weeks pass and then yesterday evening I get a call from someone who says that they think they have my dog. VERY long story short, Sarah had picked him up in the middle of the road the very same day he had run off. He is micro-chipped and I thought surely I could be found through that. Sarah had taken him to a vet for scanning, but they did not find his chip. After a lengthy conversation about the adorable dog, she asked if it might be possible to meet with me and discuss keeping him if it worked out for me. She had fallen completley and totally in love with him.

I am ecstatic. I spent 2 hours with her last night and he has fallen into the lap of luxury. I will spare you all the minor details, but Banjo's Angel has been working hard for him. So many things had to go right for this whole scenario to happen.

Just when I begin to lose faith in humanity, life hands me a reality check and shows me I am not the one in charge. I will be forever grateful for this lesson.