This is the text I received yesterday, "We need u to babysit a cute stray dog. We took it to the vet. No microchip. She's too sweet to take to pound. Or he. Put out a Craigslist ad. No reply. If she is still at our house when we get back" Before I even finished reading this, the phone rang. It was my sister asking if I had read her text about the dog. She said the dog wandered into her yard when one of the kids left their gate open. They had just driven to Bend to pick up a rescue Border Collie and couldn't keep another animal. So she asked if Egypt could look after him. Just days before this, I had been scouring the internet looking for an Australian Shepherd rescue dog. Even rescue dogs are very expensive (more so when you don't have a job to buy one in the first place!). I had found an adorable mini Aussie in West Linn and emailed twice about him. But no answer.
I guess we were waiting for God to drop Jasper into our lives. I keep telling the kids not to name him. He's just the sweetest animal - obviously was cared for at one point. He knows several tricks, is very friendly and doesn't bark at us and follows Egypt everywhere. But Australian Shepherds have really thick fur and it's really easy to let it get matted. He loves being brushed and smooshes his face into your lap wanting to be petted.
I'm praying if the owner comes forward, that it happens quickly because the kids are already attached to him. They are convinced that this dog was meant for us - how else would we end up with a stray