Written For Christian Flash Weekly #30
Back then, it wasn’t hard to stare at the dog.
At night, he had wandered to my house and laid down on the front porch. When I woke up and brought him inside, he limped. Then I noticed what had happened to him.
Hit and run.
He had no collar, so he was probably a stray. He definitely had a ‘mutt’ look about him.
I was about to take him to the vet that day to have him put down. But then I stopped. I glanced at the picture on my mantle and the parking ticket in my hand.
So, I took him to the vet. “Fix him up.” I ordered. I left him there and went to see my daughter in the hospital. Both her legs were broken in the car accident that also killed my wife…her mother.
Now, I look out the window and see the both of them romping around in the yard. Nothing made her want to get better more than the thought of that dog named Skippy.
“Good boy, Skippy, fetch!!”