Day Thirteen: Serially Found: On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today’s Prompt: write about finding something.

Dogs run away.

The dog we have now runs across the street to eat the food which a neighbor puts out for stray cats.

The dog I had growing up ran away too. He was just a young dog and did not know the area very well and so when my parents could not find him anywhere within the surrounding neighborhoods, my sister and I started to cry.

Maybe my parents put up posters, maybe my parents offered a reward, maybe the dog was gone for several days.. I don’t remember anything but a man called and said he had our dog.

This dog not your usual dog for Hannibal, MO. He was a Samoyed named Thor. He was quite noticeable and no one else had a dog like him. My sister and I were more than a little proud of him.

My father took my sister and me to get the dog. We went into an area which we didn’t usually drive through. We stopped at a house quite similar to our own tiny house. When my father knocked on the screen door, a black man answered. He spoke to my father and standing behind him was Thor, who was smiling. Samoyeds always look like they are smiling.

I think I must have been about six or seven at the time; however, I don’t remember before that time ever seeing my father speak to a black person. I hadn’t ever spoken to a black person. We lived in that kind of a town in Missouri, a state which during the Civil War sent money and men to both the Union and the Confederacy.

What I do remember is that this man found our dog and called us so we could have him back .

That day I found more than just our dog.