Safety travels with you

IN THE MIDST of a Sunday morning blizzard, I got a call from a neighbor. She was concerned because she'd just seen our dog, Captain, running loose with a couple of big dogs she'd never seen before. She was certain that he'd go into the street and be killed. That's what had happened to her dog a few years earlier.

I walked through the falling snow, looking for this pack of dogs, listening in the silent morning air for the jingle of Captain's tags. I clapped my hands togeather several times, which usually brought him running. When he didn't come, I got in the car and drove slowly through the streets around the house.

That morning I was to conduct the service at our church, so I had to return home before I found him. I thought about the safety training I'd given him over the years. He knew he was not to enter that street unescorted. He was so clear on this point that he wouldn't even follow one of his beloved tennis balls into that street.

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