Doggone Good Karma

I look out and see the stray German Shepherd lying against a neighbor's fence. She appears to have a heavy weight belt strapped to her hindquarters.

As an owner of three rescue dogs, I have a soft spot in my heart for a canine in need, so I attempt to corral the dog. I approach the dense underbrush with a leash and a handful of treats. After about an hour, I coax her close enough to loop the leash around her neck.

Back at home, I remove the 30 pound weights. My wife makes her a bed in the garage where the tired young pup settles in and sleeps for 15 hours straight.

Cut to: time for work at Doc Chey's. The dynamic between the new dog and my three isn't fantastic, so I have no choice but to take the Shepherd with me. Obviously, a restaurant is no place for a pooch, so I let her rest in the shade of the crepe myrtles while I work my shift.

Inside, I chat with my manager, Melanie, telling her about rescuing the Shepherd, and how I hoped she wasn't bound for the Humane Society.

Just then, as karma would have it, a guest sitting across the bar leans in and says, "My husband and I were at the Humane Society yesterday looking for a Shepherd to adopt for our family."

I am stunned by the serendipity and take her right outside to meet the dog. Their bond is instant. The karma is instant. 

 

I hand over the leash. 

 

 

 

-by Christopher Cunningham
Doc Chey's Employee since 2001
Published writer of 15 books