My dog Popcorn ran off yesterday afternoon and is still gone this morning. He's run off before, but this is the first time he's been out all night long. A friend called at 6:30am today and said she saw Popcorn running past her place. I got in the car and drove around town trying to spot him, but no luck. I also drove around town for quite a while last night trying to find him, but no luck.
I have two emotions right now. On the on hand, I hope the beast gets whatever is coming to him. If he becomes road kill--or a coyote's dinner--it's his own stupid fault. On the other hand, I miss my dog. He's family. He's always by side (that is, whenever he's in the house; obviously, when he's outside, it's a whole different story).
Wonder if God feels this way sometimes about His creation.