My Dog Arwen Ran Away From Home.
This is Arwen.

This is the runner that I tied her up on.

1 hour later, at about 11:30pm, this is what I saw…an empty latch, with no dog on it.

Immediately I panicked, ran into the house and told my wife. We each grabbed a leash and a jar of peanut butter (her favorite snack) and began a long walk over the neighborhood. Up and down streets we went, calling out to her, hoping to see her trotting around is if everything
is ok. After about an hour, we decided we needed to take a different approach. We made the decision to split up: one of us at home, and one of us roaming the streets. I thought it was better for my wife to stay home while I scouted around, because it was probably safer for me to be
scouring around the city at 12am than her.
Anyway, off I went, and for about an hour, I searched the streets of my neighborhood. In desperation, I called the police in the area, and they didn’t have any reports on finding a lost dog. They recommended that I call Animal Control, which was closed, so that was a dead end as well.
And then, at about 12:15am I realized something. I was a Christian after all, and my family were Christians. Why don’t we just, you know, pray. It couldn’t hurt right? I decided to call my
mother (because after all, athat late at night, who else can you call) and ask her to pray. She did, and I continued to search for my dog.
At around 12:30am, I got really desperate, and words started coming out of my mouth that sounded something like this:”God, if you bring back our dog, I’ll do anything you want. Just bring me back our dog.”

People often make this sort of promise to God, and then immediately go back on it once God fulfills his part of the bargain. After all, what is God going to do to you, right? So I utter these words out to God, hoping that maybe he’d hear me, and give me a hand.

I decided that at about 12:45am, I would head home, put on some coffee, and sit outside my house with some peanut butter, hoping that my dog would smell it, get hungry or tired, and then come home. On my way up the street, a police car drives by and slowed down to talk to me. Not suprising really, considering I looked something like this:

“Hey, how ya doin?” the officer said.
“Not so good.” I responded. “I lost my dog, and I’ve been looking all over for her.”
“What kind of dog is it?” the officer asked.
“She’s a white siberian Husky. Blue Eyes. Purple Collar.”
They decide to pull over and give me a hand. A few walkie-talkie calls, and a search through the cruiser laptop later, and they tell me
something I did not expect from them at all.
“Someone spotted a white dog walking through traffic down over by the laundry mat a few blocks from here about a half hour ago.”
I couldn’t believe it! Could my dog really be OK? Could it be that she could be found tonight?
I thanked the officers and ran as fast as I could to the LaundryMat. I called my wife mid-sprint and told her what happened. She said she would get in the car and meet me there. I got to the LaundryMat and there was no dog. I talked to the guy at the counter who worked there (I didn’t know people worked at Laundry Mats this late), and explained my situation.
“Oh! That was your dog?” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, have you seen her?” I asked
“Here let me show you a picture.” he said
He whipped out his phone, and there was my dog, looking very forlorn.
“That’s her!” I said “Where is she!”
And just as the police offer’s news gave me hope, this man’s news dashed them on the jagged rocks below.
“A couple came by here and took her. They put her in their car and drove off. I asked them if that was their dog, and they said it was theirs.
They took off in a white Corsica.”
My heart sank. Someone came and took my dog away. My wife came in shortly after this news, and we retold the story to her.
Tears fell down her face as she wept in sorry and grief. Uncomfortably, the Laundry man shuffled his feet and apologized. I led my wife out the door, and we went to our car and got in.
But this is not the end of this story.
Before I left the LaundryMat, I gave the man my name, my cell phone number, and the description of my dog. Maybe, just maybe, he would see them, and they could contact me and bring our baby back to us.
We get back to the house and immediately I start up my laptop to make a “LOST DOG” picture. The ad was simple: $200 reward for the safe return of my dog. Cell phone number, picture, that’s it. I’m in the process of trying to print four of them out, when I get a phone call. My
heart quickened. Could it be the laundry man? Who else would it be at 1am?
“Jim Valeri?” I answer.
“Jim, this is Ceasar from Laundro-Max. I’ve got your dog.”
I honestly thought he was trying to play a joke on me. “Are you serious?” I respond.
“Yeah, its here, you can come get her.”
I run and tell my wife, grab some money, and go get my dog. When I get there, a woman is outside the Mat, while the owner is inside keeping my energetic dog company. She told me her side of the story, how she called animal rescue, and that they weren’t open. So she took
her home and would drop her off the next morning. However, Arwen and cats don’t mix. She had a cat, and they didn’t get along. So she couldn’t keep Arwen there. Which led her back to the Mat.
Stupified at what just happened, I hand her $40, and Caesar $20 and I grab my dog. I thank them profusely, ask God to Bless them, and we go home. I decided paying people for good deeds was appropriate, because they could have just bagged her, sold her and God knows what else
to her.
My dog was tired, but happy, and back in our arms again. I know what you’re thinking. This sounds a lot like “Bolt”. Heck, my wife and I watched “Bolt” with our dog in the house, and wondered if she got the idea from there. She looks like him after all. I wish I could make this stuff up, seriously. But this really happened, and I told you the story
to point out a few things:
1. Consider for a moment the odds of what happened. The odds that I would run into a police car on t
he way home. The fact that they would give me a lead on where my dog was. That the LaundryMat guy (Ceasar) saw her, tried to keep her there, took a picture of her, and took my
information in case the people who took her came back. Then, consider the odds that the people that took her, decided she was too much of a handful, and brought her back to the LaundryMat.
Also consider that she could have been taken by meaner people, like people who do dog fights, or abuse animals. Or the fact that she could have been hit by a car.
2. Consider that things didn’t start happening for us until I made a promise to God.
Call it fate, or karma, or whatever you want. But for me, that’s too much coincidence. I’m no math guy, but I’d be willing to bet that the odds of all those things happening, and me getting my dog back within a few hours of losing her, with no tags, leads or GPS tracking, are likely
astronomical.
So now the question is, is God going to call my out on my promise?
Either way, a few lessons learned. Don’t take things for granted, or assume they’re going to work because they always have (like my runner for example). Tag your dog. We would have found her sooner if we had tags on her, so lesson learned there. But one of the biggest lessons I learned (aside from God answers prayer) is that sometimes, people will suprise the heck out of you. I live in a big city, in an area where people can be nasty if they want to be. My dog found some really nice people, and they were really nice to her. I never would have thought that would happen, but they proved to me that good people still exist in this world. They really do!
Don’t be afraid to allow people (even God) to suprise you. They might just do it.