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Tell Me Something Good

Wednesday morning I put out the call to my Facebook friends: tell me something good. They didn't let me down.

  • If you care about something, then that means you love. And if you love, then there is always HOPE.
  • It is Girl Scout cookie season.
  • Chocolate
  • Children's laughter
  • Unicorns and rainbows!
I'd like to add one more to that list: Dylan Goldberg and a dog named Thor.

This is Thor.

 

This is his story, recounted by Dylan.

Spent Wednesday night sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of campaign headquarters with this Husky with a blue collar that I found out in western HoCo while on a sign delivery. The Ellicott City animal hospital couldn't take him in because he didn't have a chip and I couldn't take him home because of my own dog...so we found a home at campaign headquarters. I took him to the animal shelter Thursday morning, and thanks to Courtney Watson - Howard County and the power of social media, the lost dog post was shared nearly 60 times and owners, who were vacationing in Tennessee, found the dog last night! Thor is going home! I hope he had fun watching the West Wing on the floor of that office with me until 3am. Welcome home, Thor!


This made me smile. It has been a rough week and many of us are looking for something good. Dylan and Thor remind me of the line from Aesop's fable--no act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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