From a journal entry:
Just had to share my doggie miracle. I can’t believe how peacefully this “crisis” was resolved because I listened to the Holy Ghost’s whisperings.
I open all the doors and windows for tradewind flow, including the garage door. We put a bin lid across the doorway to discourage Stig’s exit. Stig does not like opposition, so the simplest deterrent keeps him housebound.
I’ve been working all morning under headphones, concentrating. When Stig’s hot, he moves around the house, sometimes going to his bed in the bedroom. So, I didn’t really think anything about him leaving the couch almost two hours ago.
The Holy Ghost’s Whisperings
All of a sudden, I felt like I needed a drink. So, I got up and got a drink and a clementine. (not necessarily important details hahaha). I felt a need to check on Stig. As I walked to the bedroom, I noticed the lid was knocked over. So, I quickly checked the bedroom. Stig wasn’t there or anywhere else in the house.
Instead of just running out, I followed the prompting to arm myself with specific liver treats and to grab his leash (the leash seems obvious, but, well, it wasn’t my first thought.)
I felt pretty overwhelmed because he’d potentially gotten an hour headstart on me. This dog loves to explore and there are infinitely easily accessible options–including a 6-lane highway, a golf course with forested brush a few steps away from our garage door, and, of course, piles of condos and homes around us. He has a microchip, but wasn’t wearing a collar. I’d hoped he was just sitting on the driveway, tanning his polka dots. Nope.
Of course, I prayed. I knew it would be impossible to find Stig without heavenly help. I felt led to walk in a particular direction, so I went that way calling Stig’s name. I eventually called Anthony (he is a very vested dog parent) and was searching while talking to him when I felt a little nose nudge my leg from behind.
I turned around and there was my little creature looking all proud of himself and very mischievous. Since he came up from behind, I don’t even know where he came from. I leaned over to put the leash on and he hauled off, continuing his adventure. I hung up with Anthony and calmly followed him into someone’s doorway.
I offered the liver treats, which he doesn’t get very often and apparently LOVES so much that he traded in adventuring for chomping. And then, we walked home.
I’m just so grateful and happy about the positive resolution. I’m grateful for miracles and answered prayers and a lost doggie who found me with a little doggie kiss.
ps. garage door is closed for the rest of the day.