SPLIT TIMING, Lost and Found, part 1

Blogging 101 Lesson Four:  First of a trilogy regarding the loss of something or someone.

My family had always been lovers of big dogs, particularly German Shepherds.  But a glimpse of a Shih Tzu as I walked through a pet store was a temptation I couldn’t resist.  He loved to carry his stuffed dog friend with him when we went for our evening stroll.  Irresistible!  We had a small back yard in which he spent most of his time.  One evening he was gone.  We tried to find him but it was soon too dark to have any chance. We lived rather close to a canal park area. I thought he might have gone there. Next morning I woke near dawn, got in the car to see if I could find him anywhere. We lived on 113th street where the road Tee’d into Windmill Road. I don’t know why I didn’t go to the park where I thought he might be, but I decided to go north on Windmill Road. I drove past 114th looking down the street to the east. On to 115th looking east; then I decided to go back to 114th. I turned around and went back, turned east and saw a garage door open. A lady was getting in her car to go to work. I stopped and called, “I’ve lost a puppy.” “Oh,” she said, “is he a little brown colored Shih Tzu? He came by last night and we locked him up in our back yard. Let me get him for you.”  No surprise that he wasn’t far from home.  But how is that for timing? In the time of a garage door going up.  I had never taken prayers for pets very seriously until that day.  Now I wonder.  There were sure a lot of split second decisions in that incident.

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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