Tuesday my family and I went to the big city so that I could visit a church member who had a baby on Monday. Byron always has things to do in the city since we can buy very little in the little interior town where we live. A friend in town watched the boys for me, my substitute teacher. I got back to her house in the late afternoon. We were having a cup of coffee while the boys were shooting off pop bottle rockets (if you don’t know what that is, send me a note) with her husband and Byron was doing a little work on the newest pedal boat for the island. In the fun of shooting off the 2 liter bottles the big front gate was left open for a little while to retrieve a bottle that had gone over the wall. One of the family’s two dogs escaped unnoticed. When it was realized, she was no where to be found. I helped the boys look, but it was close to dark and we gave up. My friend and her husband stated that this had happened before and the dog had come back. We were there for a few more hours for pizza and Shrek III, but still no dog.
All day Wednesday the boys thought about Kitty, the missing dog. She still had not come home. Thursday morning Byron suggested that he and the boys go in the afternoon with some flyers to put up in the stores close to our friends’ house and to go by bike down as many streets passing out flyers and asking people if they had seen the little black dog. As they were getting ready to come back home, a lady called to say she thought that the dog in question was at her house. Byron and the boys went to the place and sure enough it was Kitty. She was very happy to see them, as they were to see her.
Byron used this opportunity to speak to the boys today about personal responsibility. He told them this, "When you mess up, you need to pay up." He said that it had been mostly their fault that the dog had gotten out. He told them it would have been easy to blame it on the dog. He praised them for not complaining about riding around in the hot afternoon sun and for being willing to go. He reminded them that when we make mistakes we need to admit it and do our best to make amends. Byron also told them that this is a quality that separates real men from the rest of the crowd.
It was a great lesson. I’m glad that it was a story with a happy ending as well. I’m very happy for little boys who were willing to put some feet to their prayers, too!