Our Chocolate Lab Buddy Baloo isn’t telling us his story but we think we entertained angels who helped.

Our story is that we stopped at the Humane Society on a lark and he was there having arrived one hour earlier. The Humane Society vet thought he was about four years old. We waited the obligatory ten days and no one called for him.

For a year now he has been our baby Buddy Baloo, named Baloo by the society for the big blue bear in the Jungle Book and by us simply because we wanted a buddy.

We jog with him five days a week and one Sunday morning on one of the trails we jog regularly, two little girls sat on a bench on the side of the trail. We stopped as we almost always do to let people pet Buddy Baloo and they said that they knew the dog and had found our Buddy Baloo by another name.

Excited, we asked a few questions like where did you find him. They said the dog ran from them but they caught him and took him to a store nearby and the person at the store called the # on his tag but the man who answered said he didn’t want the dog. The girls then left so we guess the store owner took him to the Humane Society.

We thanked them for being Buddy’s angels and continued our jog. Then we thought of more questions like what was the dog’s name and what store did they take him to, things we should have asked if we were to follow-up on Buddy Baloo’s story, but didn’t.

We looked for them on our return loop. They were gone. We jogged all over the park looking for them – the soccer matches, the baseball game. They were nowhere to be found.

It was like they had been waiting for us to jog by. It really was like they were Buddy Baloo’s Sunday morning angels and we had enough of the story, more than most do.