I've never particularly believed in the old saying, No good deed goes unpunished, but yesterday afternoon I was certainly pondering it's cosmic possibility.
Four or five mornings ago, I slipped out of my nice warm bed, took a shower, and was ready to leave the house just as the sun was cracking the eastern horizon. I opened the front to to head off to work when I got a surprise. There, curled up in a tight little ball, was a white dog. A big white boxer. She was shivering and I could easily count her ribs.
I woke my wife up and even though I was going to be late for work, we found her a blanket and a bowl full of food.
Since that time we have decided that the dog belongs to some neighbors that live down the road. However it's obvious they don't take very good care of her, and truth be told it doesn't appear like they take very good care of their children either.
But so far I haven't woke up to discover their kids huddled up and shivering on my porch.
So this dog has shown up a few times since and each time my wife or I has set out some grub trying to put some meat on those ribs.
Fast forward to yesterday. Both of my boys were supposed to sing in their school's Christmas program. So we were running around trying to get them fed, dressed, and whatnot so we could get to the school on time.
My 8 year old son puts on his brand new shoes steps outside to the front door and promptly steps in a huge pile of dog crap which I can only presume originated from the big white dog we've been feeding.
So as I stood with a stick scraping dog feces from the tread of his shoes I couldn't help but think ... No good deed goes unpunished.