Margie noticed this morning that our neighbors grain truck appeared to be having trouble making it up the road as it was crawling along at a very slow speed. She didn't think much of it until it sped up as it passed our driveway, and quickly noticed the reason for the slow speed. Our neighbor was being kind to an unfamiliar dog that was running in front of his truck up the road by not running him down.
We've lived 4 miles out of town for over 2 years now, and we've never seen another dog in our yard 'til today. We were pretty sure the dog was of the lost variety, and from it's small size, we figured it stood little chance of long term survival amongst the coyotes and all. We tried calling the cute little dog to see if it had tags that would lead it back to it's owner, but it took off and we didn't see it again.
Margie queried the "network" (called one of the neighbors) to find that indeed the dog had been seen, but would not come to another of our neighbors either. Who owned the little Pom was a mystery, and unfortunately, nobody really knew where the dog was anymore either.
Well, we had some errands to attend to so we headed into town. We wrapped up our business and decided to fill up at the gas station before heading on for other errands in McCook. Now usually, I just pay at the pump, but the card reader was out so Margie ran in to pay. On the door was a sign saying "Lost Pom". The sign went on to give the pup's name, description, and a phone number. Now there's a surprise I think...
So Margie takes down the number and tells the lady that answered the phone that we probably saw her dog at our place north of town, but when we tried to call it, it took off. End of story... sorta.
Part of our day had us heading to McCook, so we were gone several hours, but we got a phone call when we got home. It seems our farming neighbor watched a small dog run into our barn as he was "patrolling" as I like to call it, and there were unfamiliar people around our place as well. I guess he informed them he saw a dog go into the barn, and sure enough, the family was reunited and everybody went home happy.
So was it all a coincidence, or a new term I've recently become aware of called a Godincidence? All the things that came together to get that dog together with it's owner today almost seems too much to believe is just coincidence.
First off, the slow moving truck made us aware of the dog in the first place, without it we likely wouldn't have noticed the Pom at all. What about the card reader being out at the gas station? In all the times I've bought fuel there, (and believe me when I say it's a lot of times!) the card reader always worked. We almost never go into the convenience store anyway, so Margie seeing the sign was sure most unlikely on any day. The fact that it was today...
And finally that our neighbor got involved seeing the dog go into our barn so as to be able to tell the folks looking for it where it was when they happened to show up looking for the pup. Kinda like the network call made earlier in the day had him looking for the dog with the unknown owners.
Coincidence or Godincidence? With all that came together today for the "they lived happily ever after" ending, seems like a Godincidence to me. Just sayin'...