If you missed the first half of this story, go back here to see what happened, and then come back to read the update.
Over the weekend, we were enjoying dinner at a neighbor’s house, when all of a sudden she remembered something she had to show me. She pulled out her phone and was very excited when she exclaimed, “I saw those dogs!!” She pulled up a photo of the very dogs that had been on our property a week or so ago.
You remember. The chicken slayers.
She had been on her way home when she spotted them. Yep. That was them alright. The yellow lab, the black lab with a red collar, and another mixed breed I hadn’t seen before. She stopped her car and took a picture of them for me. Then she did the best thing ever. She drove to the house of the man who I’d called to tell him his dogs had killed my chickens, and she looked in their dog lot.
And you’ll never guess. His yellow lab and his black lab were securely penned up in their lot.
It wasn’t his dogs after all! My friend consoled, “It was an easy mistake to make. They look exactly alike!”
Whadyaknow. There was another pair of labs that looked exactly like his running around our parts.
I was actually very grateful to find out they weren’t his dogs. He had been adamant that it couldn’t have been them, and I’d wanted so badly to believe him. And more than anything, I really wanted to be on good terms with him and his wife. You know how important I think relationships are.
The next day, I loaded our four kids into the car and headed to the man’s house. I hoped he’d be home so that I could apologize to his face. After knocking on his door, and waiting for a couple of minutes, I was just about to turn around and get back in my car when the door opened.
I looked at the man who was now standing in front of me, and asked, “Are you Mr. So-and-So?”
“Yes.” He answered.
I smiled. “I’m Kendra. I’m the one who called you about your dogs the other day.”
He nodded. So I went on, “I owe you my humblest apologies. And a jar of homemade jelly.” I cheerfully held out a pint of muscadine jelly I’d canned this past Fall. I continued to tell him how my friend had spotted the dogs not too far from his house, and how she had driven by his place to see if his dogs were there, and they were. I told him I was sorry for wrongly accusing his dogs.
He smiled and said, “Aw, it’s okay. You didn’t know.” I asked him if his wife was there so I could speak to her, but she was at work. I asked him if he would give her my apologies as well. He was very nice about it all. Which was great.
I felt good as I walked back to my car with the relationship restored. And I was really glad that I hadn’t been rude or demanding when we’d spoken on the phone, and that I hadn’t called Animal Control on him.
Maybe one day I’ll have an opportunity to really get to know him and his wife a little better. At least now, if we run into them again, there won’t be any hard feelings or awkwardness.
It’s good to make things right.
A city girl learning to homestead on an acre of land in the country. Wife and homeschooling mother of four. Enjoying life, and everything that has to do with self sufficient living.