There was one puppy left from the www.doggyinthewindow.wordpress.com litter. Just one lonely little Zoe. And there was a man, a lovely man, who loves puppies, but doesn't have one. So we thought we should bring together these two creatures - made for each other.
A little bit giddier than should have been permitted two cars rolled into the drive of the mansion house that is home to the lovely man. One person immediately bails at high speed into the darkness of night, unable to be part of the posse that ring that bell. Door bell rung. No one answers. One more time the bell rings and no one answers. All a little bit relieved, we return to the two parked cars. Only one set of car keys are clearly locked inside one of the cars.
Halarity ceases.
Suddenly it's just cold and dark and we are trapped in the driveway of the mansion house.
The driveway belongs to the president of our seminary.
With Jesus giggling, the other car troops back to the home of the puppy and locked car owner. We pray in the darkness that she left her front door unlocked. (Who does that?) We pray that they don't pick up the spare keys to her roommates car. We pray with every passing car that they will not turn into the drive and we will be found clutching puppy in the bright light of headlamps in our faces. We pray no one is inside the mansion house calling the police. The thirty minutes that pass seem like a life sentence in jail.
Then the headlights are coming towards us.
We have nowhere to run.
No hiding place for a locked car.
So we face the oncoming headlights, waiting for Christ to come again.
And he comes in the form of our friends with the spare set of keys. We load ourselves in the cars and make a hasty retreat.
Only we see his office lights are on and we have come this far...
His assistant tries to fob us off, saying now is probably not a good time, but we insist we have just come to sing Christmas carols to the president. We wait a short time and he emerges from this building.
We hold forth the puppy and their eyes meet. The normally crazy puppy has a moment of calm as she meets the reason for her existence. With both hands he handles the puppy and looks her straight in the eyes and for a minute we have all vanished from his world. It is just him and the puppy. The most endearing Christmas card picture ever - the Christmas wreaths on the front door, the light from the street lamps and the president locked in a world with a chihuahua.
Sad this story comes to a halt, with no new home for the puppy. "I'd love to take her , but, you know, she would complicate my life immensely."
Poor puppy.
Poor puppyless president.
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Hark, the Harold Angels sings, "Glory to the newborn King!"
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