A shadow fell across my desk.
I looked up to eyes shining bright with tears.
What’s wrong?
I woke to a man standing in my doorway, I was being robbed.
Oh my

Days went by, I’d go look in on her and worry.
Morning, night, morning, night . . . the tears stayed.

While visiting her, my phone chimed.
Pictures. Puppy pictures. Several puppies.
How strange the universe is.

Look. Want a yappy dog to warn you when someone is about?

Yes, yes I do.
But . . . I have to go away for holiday, then I work, and have things to do.
And I live high up, I have cats and sometimes I have to . . .

Shhhhhhh, I will watch little dog.

Little dog arrives. Little dog is funny. Little dog is very loving.
Little dog adores new mistress. Little dog makes mistress laugh.
Mistress adores little dog. Mutual adoration.

And the tears subside, the laugh is more, a cocoon has opened.

From tears to laughter in such a short time. From the love of a little dog.

We, at this house, believe in rescue.
Not only of animals.
Sometimes, people need rescue too.

Midge Culver, animal lover. Serial honeymooner. Loyal friend to self.