This past Friday night around 1030 pm this beautiful dog came up to our back patio door scratching and begging to come in. Hesitant to let a strange dog in I had hoped it would run off back to its home, but she just kept on looking at me through the glass and laid down along our back step. Our dogs were going crazy as well as two of our three kids were getting all gaga over this bundle of furry sweetness. Our most dog crazy daughter was staying at a friend’s home for which I was so thankful. The drama of the begging “can we keep her?” would have earned her an Oscar I am quite certain. My first step to help this sweet creature was to take to Facebook. We started with a picture of her scratching at the door and sent out the plea to hunt down the owner. There were comments, likes, and shares of the post, but at first no sign of the owner. Eventually I felt safe trying to let her in much to our yellow lab’s disgust. She was not a fan. It was getting late so my oldest just took her downstairs with her to keep the dogs separate. Our oldest daughter was totally in love already. In the meantime we got this much nicer photo of the sweet girl’s face.
Eventually we were able to sleep. Early in the morning I had gotten a message that it potentially was the messenger’s neighbor’s dog. Through back an forth messages and more photos we were both confident this dog indeed was her neighbor’s. About eight hours of her showing up on our door step she was riding off into the sunrise with her rightful owner. The power of social media was a grand thing that day. That same sweet face looked at me from the truck’s passenger window as she rode off. She seemed to say “Thanks for letting me crash here!!”
My posts to search for the owners continued to be shared far past the reunion of dog and master even with stating in the comments that she had made it home and making a “Nala’s home” separate post. My husband suggested that I just delete them so that the post would stop, but part of me was just too curious. My curiosity won out and the posts remain. Part of me really wanted to see how many people would try to help a dog. Part of me wanted to see what kind of judgmental comments there would be on the shared posts.
One of my posts had at least 227 shares and the other with the better picture had at least 98 shares. Far from viral, but impressive to me. There were comments from people I didn’t know that leaned toward judgmental that we should “let that poor dog in!” In fact we did let the dog in. With the hypocritical thinking of our society, I know exactly the kind of judgment I would have rendered had the dog attacked one of my children. “What kind of idiot lets a strange dog into their house!!!” “She got what she deserved, you don’t let a strange animal in your home!!” “What kind of mother is she?”
As the story goes all was happy and a sweet ending. My children are bugging me that much more for a third dog now.
One thing that amazes me about our society/community/world is the extent people will go to for an animal while there are human beings that are cold and hungry. Also the extent that people judge each other. Recently I watched a video about an adopted redhead. The video showed a young redheaded little girl that “annoyed” her adoptive parents and the end of the video shows the dad taking her to a country road getting her out, throwing her doll, the girl chasing it as the dad drove off in the car. The end of the video shows him looking in the rearview mirror and the red headed girl was actually a dog.
Believe me I am huge animal lover and I certainly don’t want to see any of God’s creatures mistreated. My point is that I post about foster care and hurting children all the time and these posts essentially are ignored. My question is what would be the help or judgmental comments had the living being knocking on our back door been a child? What would you do if a cold and hungry human being came to you for help? What are we all doing to help the cold and hungry in this world? This has just been such a strong burden on my heart after seeing the response I had for this dog.
1 John 17-18 ” If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.”
35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’