Two nights ago Neeta, our black dog squeezed herself out through a hole in our garden wall. When we woke up in the morning, Fred realized she was missing and we started looking for her everywhere. He knocked on gates, we called her up and down the road, we asked at the boda-boda stage and Fred even got a ride with with one of the other pilots here around Makindye all morning yesterday, calling her out the car windows and checking in at the police station. But still no one had seen Neeta.
I feared the worst, honestly… and Fred and I prayed last night before bed that she would be safe and found and hopefully not too scared. But then this morning, still no dog. I gave up hope.
At 10:30 am my phone rang. A friend of ours had told another lady about the missing dog, and she in turn was asking at the food stands on her way in to work. And then all of a sudden, one of the guys selling chapatis said, “Yes! We’ve seen a black dog, but it’s fallen waaaaaay down into a hole!”
Fred ran down the road to confirm it was actually her, and by the time I arrived the entire scene had drawn a huge crowd. After finding torches, ropes and ladders (and confirming it was actually our dog down in this 30 foot deep sewage-filled pit!) a squabble broke out about who would go down in the hole to try and get the dog out - as everyone figured their actions would be rewarded in the end. But then, a friend (and MAF wife who’s ladder we had borrowed) said, “That’s enough! I’m going in!” and down she went (into a pit I imagined was full of snakes and other unmentionable things) with a hammock to wrap around the dog. She was able to reach down into the thigh deep sludge and get the rope around the dog and we all pulled her up together using a tow rope. The whole thing was kind of surreal and ridiculous and only the kind of situation that (of course) some part of our family would be involved in. It was like an episode of Rescue 9-1-1.
But Neeta is home! Her puppies are happy to see her, and we’re happy to have her back. She seems tired out (and a bit smelly, even after a bath) but she’ll be ok - the kids are so happy! I have to admit, oh-Me-of-little-faith gave up hope when there was no sign of her yesterday… But there were kids praying non-stop for their lost dog out on the Makindye hill somewhere, and God hears the prayers, and sees that faith of these little children… I’m so happy that God answers prayers!
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