Six months ago, something happened that would change the life of our family.  We had a visitor.  A strange, mysterious, unexpected visitor who eventually became part of our family.

This past winter was particularly harsh.  School cancellations, very cold temperatures and large accumulations of snow were the norm.  During one such snow storm, I bundled up to head outside to run some errands.  I didn’t really want to go out, but it needed to be done.  As I opened the front door to walk outside, it pushed something aside.  I looked under the bench next to the door on the front porch and there sat a very small, confused-looking dog. I was in shock.  I didn’t quite know what to do.

I looked around at the snow piled deeper than he was high and wondered where he came from.  He couldn’t have walked through the deep snow.  The driveway and walk had been shoveled and was only lightly covered by newly fallen snow so he must have come that way.  With the falling snow and the falling temperature, I knew I couldn’t leave him.

From the door, I could hear the oohs and ahhs from the kids watching me.  When they asked what we were going to do, there was only one choice.  We had to take care of this little guy.  One of the kids got a towel and I wrapped up the little dog and we went inside. He was maybe five pounds.  I cuddled him in the towel to warm him and dry him while the kids madly scrambled around picking up possible doggy-choking hazards from the floor before I put him down.  After giving him some water and a cut-up hot dog (I know it sounds cannibalistic, but I didn’t have any dog food) the kids and I had a talk.

From the moment they saw him, the kids had been asking if we could keep him.  We had wanted a dog for a long time, but until the house got better organized and de-cluttered, I wasn’t going to introduce an animal into this environment to swallow some Legos or something and then have a hefty vet bill we couldn’t afford.  But the adorable creature that entered our house was melting that resolve.  After a phone conference with my husband on the matter, I told the kids we needed to make every attempt to find this dog’s owners.  If we couldn’t find his home, we could keep him.

My husband and I talked to neighbors and scoured the neighborhood and newspapers for “Lost Dog” announcements.  I called the local humane society and animal shelter.  I took him to the vet to be checked for a microchip.  Nothing.  Nobody knew anything about this little guy.  After a few weeks of caring for and loving this dog with somewhat guarded emotions, we let ourselves completely bond with him and called him ours!

Mr. K PicMonkey Collage

Mr. K has been a complete blessing to our family.  How this 8-inch tall dog made his way to our front door in the middle of a snow storm without anyone knowing is a miracle.  If you ask my 7-year old, he will tell you Mr. K is a gift from God.  While his backstory is a mystery, his present and future is certain:  he is one of us.  My little shadow, following me around the house, running in circles when he sees me first thing in the morning.  This is definitely not the large, playful, Frisbee-catching dog I imagined for our family, but he is just what we needed.  We love our Mysterious Mr. K and are very thankful he chose  us.


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Last Modified: August 16, 2014

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