Last night at 10:00, just as we were going to bed, someone knocked on our door.
I peeked out, saw a guy outside the door, unlocked, and stuck my head out.
He said some of the sweetest words I've ever heard, "I understand you might have my little dog."
As I muttered, "Thank you, Lord," under my breath, I asked him what kind of dog it was he had lost.
He said, "A white chihuahua named Tinker."
I smiled and said, "Oh yeah, we've got her."
Conni (slightly reluctantly) carried Tinker out to the man. He was very glad to get his little pooch back.
And as for me....I'm happy. Just smiling at the way things work out. Conni got accomplished what she likes to do, and I no longer have a hairy dog in my RV!
Have a great Monday everyone!