Finding Taffy

Mary Kay and Taffy

Our family loves pets, and through the years we have had some memorable dogs, cats, ducks, turtles and a few fish. We never experienced the “joys” of owning rabbits, gerbils, parrots, possums or racoons. When we get together for holidays and special events the conversation occasionally comes around to discussing and laughing about a particular pet who impacted us either in a positive but occasionally in a negative way. We have even been taught spiritual lessons unexpectedly through some of our pet experiences. One such lesson occurred through the life and adventures of Taffy.

Taffy was a beautiful, female Sheltie (Shetland Sheepdog) whom we bought for our daughter, Mary Kay from the daughter of our veterinarian in El Dorado. Because the registered name of the mother of our puppy was Candy, Mary Kay  chose to name her “Taffy.” Her coat was a lovely golden color similar to the Silver Dollar City taffy which a few of us in the family loved. Taffy was a cute and playful puppy, and we all fell in love with her at first sight!

Mary Kay who was ten years old at the time she had wanted a Sheltie, and we were pleased to declare Taffy as “Mary Kay’s dog.” For Cathy and me this also meant Mary Kay was responsible to feed and clean up after this small puppy. Our back yard was large and fenced, which made a perfect playground  for an active puppy who loved to run and herd. None of our pets were “inside pets”, but we had a large basement for shelter during stormy or severely cold weather.

Taffy grew to adult size within a year, and we had her spayed to avoid the problems associated with breeding and puppy care. Because she was so active and playful she didn’t have the problems of weight gain and lethargy some spayed female animals experience. Two characteristics of Taffy were her high-pitched bark which I called a yap, and a characteristic twirling motion she did when she was excited or saw Mary Kay. Little did we know these peculiar characteristics would play a critical role in Taffy’s future.

When Taffy was approximately three years old we discovered her missing one day. It was not unusual for her to be outside the fence, because our yard was large and occasionally when one of the gates was accidentally left open, she would run into the neighborhood. In all previous instances Taffy would return home within an hour or so following her neighborhood exploration.

This time she didn’t return. We thoroughly searched the neighborhood until dark, and hoped when daylight came someone would find her and bring her home. Her collar had all the necessary information needed to contact us. That night we all prayed for her safe return, and within our little prayer circle there were a few tears shed thinking she might be hurt or worse.

Days led to weeks of no word concerning Taffy, and I must admit I gave up ever seeing Taffy again. I had lost special dogs in the past, and it was easier for me emotionally to assume they were dead rather than continue hoping for a return.  Cathy, Mary Kay, John and Ginny didn’t give up and continued to pray for her at every meal and during evening prayers. I certainly didn’t discourage them or make them think I didn’t also miss Taffy and long for her return.

About one year from the date of Taffy’s disappearance I received a phone call at my office on a Saturday morning from a lady who had been a surgical patient in the past. At the beginning of the conversation she said, “I know where your dog is!” I said, “You know where our Sheltie is?” without thinking that was the only dog we had missing. She said a woman friend of hers had found the dog a year ago and decided to keep her despite knowing the dog belonged to us. I knew the lady who supposedly had taken our dog, because she had also been a surgical patient. I asked why she was just now letting me know since she had known about it for so long. Her answer was, “I felt bad knowing where your dog was, and I got into an argument with the lady and decided to get her into trouble!” I thanked the caller for her information.

I looked up the address of the alleged dog kidnapper in our office files and called home to report this startling news. I picked up the girls, and we very anxiously drove to the address of the lady which was several miles away. Upon arrival we found a small, poorly kept single-dwelling home with a fenced backyard. There was evidence of a recent fire at the residence with significant damage. There was no one at home, so we went to the corner of the fence and Mary Kay began calling Taffy’s name. Within seconds a bedraggled-looking Sheltie ran around the house in response to the call. We couldn’t be sure this was Taffy because this dog was thin, her coat was more dull in color, and she seemed more lethargic than our Taffy. When she spotted Mary Kay she began “yapping” and twirling in an unmistakable fashion. We immediately knew this was our Taffy! We were so excited to have found our dog, and Taffy kept up her yapping and twirling in celebration with us of her reunion with her family.

Within a few minutes a car drove into the driveway, and I recognized the lady at the wheel. On exiting the car she was crying with tears and kept saying, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” When she calmed down she confessed she knew Taffy was ours, but when she found her roaming in her neighborhood she had just lost her own dog and believed we could “easily get another pet.” Because we were so glad to have found Taffy we never considered pressing any charges against her. We told her we forgave her, and then prayed with her concerning the fire damage to her home and belongings. Our attitude toward her later opened a door to share Christ and His forgiveness of her, and she prayed for forgiveness of her sins to be saved.

The following week we took Taffy to the veterinarian, and she was found to have heart worms because of her poor care. She almost didn’t survive the treatment, but began improving to become a healthy and happy Taffy once again. The above photograph was taken about a year after the ordeal. We all learned some very important life lessons concerning our yapping, twirling Taffy. Forgive quickly those who have harmed you. Never give up hoping for someone (or some dog) who is lost that they will be found, and by all means pray without ceasing! (I Thess. 5:17). Someone’s eternal future may be hanging in the balance.

Dr. John


5 thoughts on “Finding Taffy

  1. Taffy was the sweetest, and most loyal dog I have ever owned! I will never forget seeing her twirl circles inside that lady’s fence. I’ll never forget getting to write down in my prayer journal that my year-long prayer had been answered! 🙂 🙂

  2. Sweet story, even more so knowing she came from Janet. By the way, it should come as no surprise that my pretty cousin is still loving animals, now a licensed breeder of Yorkies and Pomeranians. Great life lessons from Taffy.

    • She actually had a life change in that she became a Christian; became reconciled with her pastor and got a new start. We were all glad we did not treat her with anything but kindness.

      Thanks for your comments on my blog Nancy. They mean a lot to Cathy and me!



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