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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: The Family Pet (05/15/08)

TITLE: Am I like my Dog?
By Casey Chavez
05/20/08


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When it comes to my family we do not give away animals. I can only think of one or two times when we gave up an animal. The family pet becomes part of the family. My mom is major animal lover. We have had some very memorable pets. Primarily, we have had boxers and rat terriers. I know, weird combination. When I was young we had two rat terriers named Enos and Daisy (yes, it was during the height of Dukes of Hazzard – the tv series). This is probably why I chose a rat terrier mix when I chose my first dog.

Back when I was single, I decided to get a dog. I was living in Mobile, Alabama at the time and Hurricane Katrina as well as several other hurricanes had ravaged our area. When people were evacuating, many of them did not take their pets. Since they didn’t know when they would be back, they just let the animals out to run wild. That seems to be what happened with Kipp. Originally, I went to look at puppies but I ended up going the adoption route. I had the idea of getting a little rat terrier and naming him King. It amuses me to think of a little dog with a big name.

I found Kipp at a foster home (yes, there are people who will foster animals so they do not have to stay in a cage all day). He was a little wild dog, running all over the place. His foster mom told me he doesn’t like kids. I found out he also doesn’t like other fluffy animals (fluffy dogs, cats, etc).

He has been with me moving from Alabama back to Texas. He has lived in several different homes since I adopted him. He’s a good little dog.

It took us a while to bond. He loves running the streets. It goes back to his “street days”. When I first adopted him, if I wasn’t paying attention he would run out the door and I would have to chase him down.

One night this happened really stands out. It was late, maybe 11 p.m. I lived in a lovely downtown neighborhood in Mobile but the surrounding neighborhoods were not as nice. Okay, the surrounding neighborhoods could have been considered somewhat dangerous. There were also three major streets including a highway nearby. I was worried sick. He could be hit by a car or picked up by a stranger. Because I didn’t feel safe walking the streets at that time, I was talking to a friend on the phone while I walked. My house was across the street form a park (one of those lovely city block parks in the middle of a neighborhood). I frequently took Kippy for walks in the park and surrounding streets. He loved the park; well he liked chasing the fluffy squirrels that lived in the park. I walked through the park to the next street when I heard his tags jingling. Up to this point, when he would run away, I would walk through the neighborhood calling his name and when he would see me he would run away from me. This night, he had been gone for almost an hour. I thought I would sneak up on him. When he saw me, he paused. I called his name and he ran toward me. He ran TO me! He had gotten himself lost. He was pretty happy to see me. I was relieved. It turns out I had grown quiet attached to the little guy.

I could not help but think of all the times my relationship with God was like my relationship with Kippy…only I was the dog. I would run away and God would come looking for me. As I have matured, I don’t run anymore. If I find that I have lost sight of Him somehow, I start looking for Him. He is always right where I left Him. It’s amazing how God can use a dog to teach us something about ourselves.

These days, Kippy is more settled. He still likes to run but he always comes home, eventually.


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Patty Wysong05/25/08
I loved how you turned this into a lesson. Like you, as I've grown, I've learned to run home. Great example.
Dianne Janak05/29/08
Casey, I love how you weaved a life lesson about us and God into this. What an endearing story. Good description of your walk and losing him for a while. Glad to know you are entering... You will love it here..> Dianne J.