Some joy tears
It was about Toby.
Toby was the pup that was a street rescue. I only had him several days when we were in the woods hiking and he took off after a deer. It was in a cemetery that was adjacent to the national park and it was a huge amount of woods I went in there and spent the night calling him. My other pup Oliver was with me also. I had just that morning got his little nameplate to go on his collar it gave his name my name and a phone number five days and I heard nothing I was not crying tears of joy then. He was one of these animals that captured your heart quickly.
And Mr. Mayor he was your dogs boyfriend ! those two really got along beautifully.
Halloween night I just had a couple glasses of wine and was crying and stretched out just thinking.
And I got a phone call.
The woman’s voice on the other end said are you Dolly? Is Toby your dog? And without even a second after that she said ~ we love him already if you don’t want him we’d like to take him.
The tears started.
I assured her I DID want him. He was about 10 miles away from where he took off. And about 15 miles from where I lived but I told her I would come there and pick him up.
I was still crying in the van as I went to pick him up. Then all of a sudden I heard gunshots and felt them off the side of my van and also in the right passenger side Sideview mirror. I thought what a terrible Halloween prank.
This was on a quiet street Connector Street. I pulled up a little ways and got out of my van and looked at the window and also the mirror the window didn’t show a problem there were some dents in the side of the van but my Sideview mirror was shattered. I called the local law-enforcement and just let them know they said I need you to come in and file a report. I explained I would do it tomorrow because I was picking up my lost dog. As I pulled into the driveway I saw Toby sitting there on a long chain . apparently they had to lure him to the garage using hotdogs
well again I started crying. I guess those too were tears of extreme joy
that’s my story I hope others might share theirs
Good story, happy ending
When my youngest daughter had her first child she had a mid-wife for the birth. She was in labor a long time. Finally she got to the stage of bearing down and even this went on and on. Her husband, myself, my husband and her mother-in-law were there watching. Finally the baby boy arrived with a cone-head and he did NOT take a breath. Once they cut the cord the mid-wife took him to a table and started CPR. My daughter was so worn out she didn’t realize what was happening. I ushered us all, except for her husband, out into the hallway so she couldn’t see how frightened we were that the baby wasn’t going to make it. After what seemed like an eternity he let out a LOUD cry. Those of us in the hallway all started CRYING WITH TEARS OF JOY.