It Took 55ish Years for "Little Dog Lost" to Finally Come Home

When I was a little girl, my parents signed me up for the now defunct Weekly Reader Children's Book Club, where (for years) I received one free book each month in the mail.

I read many, many good books through that program, books my children enjoyed after me.

On book was called "Little Dog Lost" by Rene Guillot.  My copy looked like this used copy for sale on Amazon.

I was probably about eight years old when I received that book in the mail. I fell in love with the story and the beautiful pen and ink illustrations of a little Pembroke Welsh corgi who lives a dual life (part fox and part dog split between two owners, with none of his families knowing about his double - and then triple - life when Tiny meets another family and spends part of his time with them, too).

I used to dream that a little Pembroke Welsh corgi would be waiting crouched for me outside the door when I came home from school, just like Tiny did for Frances (the little girl who received him for a gift on Christmas Day) one day when he returned to her.

But it never happened, no matter how hard I wished for it.

Furthermore, my copy of "Little Dog Lost" also disappeared at some point, most likely one of those items that vanished during our multiple moves when Ron got dementia and we lost our home.

No matter how many hints  - and links sent - to my family, I never did get a copy of "Little Dog Lost."

And then last Monday night, Daniel walked into the house and said, "Merry Christmas!"

If you think that blue bow was wrapped on a copy of the book, you are very, very, very wrong (scroll for the right answer).

Daniel said, "Meet Tiny."

Yes, I now own a little Pembroke Welsh corgi named Tiny.

The kids looked far and wide to find a Pembroke Welsh corgi puppy that resembled the one in "Little Dog Lost."

And he came to me with a blue bow - and plenty of items that all eight week puppies need to have.

Isn't he sweet?????

P.S. We still haven't brought the Christmas tree out of the garage. We haven't put up one decoration, celebrated St. Nicholas, or bought one present.

But somehow, we are celebrating Christmas just the same.

And the best gift is taking pride that I helped to raise some really amazing human beings.

Happy Thursday!