Poor little Sparky

I'm in Littleton with my brother this week, attending a conference for work. Bob called me to tell me that my dachshund Sparky escaped from the yard and got into a fight with something. Bob and Scamp spend hours trying to find him with no luck. The next morning they found out that Sparky had been picked up by Animal Control at Atascadero Lake! He NEVER goes beyond the next couple of yards when he wanders, I just can't imagine what happened unless he ran away from something and ended up there. In any case, the angels at Animal Control took my Spark to the vet and he ended up "looking like Frankenstein" with two drainage tubes. Poor puppy!

The difficult thing is that Bob and all three kids planned on joining me here for a real, true family vacation. We have a housesitter planned, but it's so hard to ask someone to take on a chore like that, when you know it should be you. We're hopeful that if we pay our housesitter what it would cost me to change my flight plan, we can have it taken care of.

This might sound silly, but I sure would like it if you'd please pray for my little Sparky. And maybe even for my sad heart...