The dingo

The story: (If you know us in real life, you have surely heard this story multiple times. It will be the "family story" that will live on for generations....)
One Sunday during church little M had to take a potty break. Being the great dad that he is, Dad volunteered to take her. I (Mom) noticed that they were taking a loooong time. In fact, they never came back. Since I was substitute teaching M's sunday school class, I went up and expected that M would eventually come in. Half way through sharing time she walks in, slides into a chair next to me and stage whispers, "We found a dog!" Not really comprehending, I ask her to repeat what she said. She goes on to tell me, they found a dog, *inside* the church no less, dad used his belt as a leash and they took it home. It was quite an exciting Sunday when we got home, that's for sure! We made many signs and posted them around the church area, called the pound, had a vet check for a microchip and came up with nothing. So, we have a dog. Only, she looks like a dingo. You never know what blessing you'll find at church!