He certainly looked pitiful. The little, black, wet, dog shivered in the policeman’s arms as he carried him into the emergency clinic. The pup’s one leg was injured from being hit by a vehicle-not broken, but he refused to walk on it. The policeman discovered this little starving, flea and worm-infested dog in the dark and rainy night.

We recently lost our beloved dog, Daisy, and our daughter, the veterinarian in charge when the street dog was brought in, decided he would be the perfect replacement for Daisy. We repeatedly told Dr. Heidi that we did not want another dog. For one thing, we traveled a good bit which created boarding issues. And we knew we would never find another dog as good as our Daisy.

“Just come visit us,” Heidi insisted, “we’ll take the dog home and you can see how you like him before you say, “No.” After ten weeks at the clinic, this dog was healthy, happy, and ready for a loving home. Heidi hoped it would be ours. We reluctantly agreed to go see him.

I fell in love with “this dog” as the people at the clinic called him. You can’t call a pup, “this dog” for a whole weekend, so I named him “‘Lil Daze” after our deceased Daisy. We took him home with us and after a few adjustments, he became the best little pet ever.

Today, ten years later, he has won the hearts of all he meets. He is smart, mostly obedient, calm, and doesn’t bark unless he has a good reason.

I’m so glad that when we were in a pitiful state, Jesus died for us and offered us a loving home for eternity. If we repent and allow Him to clean us up, we become His priceless treasures. Isaiah 43:4 ESV

God’s love is for you,

Charlotte