Looking for a warm and fuzzy story?About a month ago, I noticed Caleb heading out our front door with a bag of trash in one hand and a bowl of food scraps in the other. He said the scraps were for two puppies he’d discovered living in the trash pit where refuse from all the missionary homes gets dumped for periodic burning.Not the loveliest corner of Haiti:
After several days, the kids were excited to report that the pup was beginning to gain strength and her skin was healing up. She was always happy to see them but never once attempted to follow them back home. Which I thought was PERFECT.And then, one dark evening, there was a faint whimper outside our front door. Trash Puppy was sitting on our porch. She had found us! And SOME inhabitants welcomed her wholeheartedly. (And some did not.)
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