Sometimes you just know. Today my neighbor, granddaughters and I were visited by two of the cutest mini dogs. They were really friendly with the girls and I said to my neighbor they belong to someone who has children. They wouldn't go away and hankered down beneath my Jeep. The smallest one even came on the porch steps. Anyhoo, I directed everyone inside with hopes they would eventually leave. About thirty minutes later my DIL arrived and told me that a lady was on the side of the house sitting with one of the dogs. Strange, I thought. I took a look and she wasn't trying to pick the dog up and I noticed she had a towel in her lap, again strange. Then she said that the dog was growling at her and she was waiting for it to calm down. I thought that is not her dog. Within minutes a little girl was talking to my granddaughters as they were telling her all kinds of nice things about 'the puppies' and the lady was holding the dog wrapped in the towel. Apparently they had been disagreeing on whose dog it was. The little girl looked so cute and so helpless against the grown up lady beside her. She turned to me and said it's mine and I have two dogs. I knew right then that dog belonged to her and I said I believe it's her dog. The lady then asked the little girl where her mother was and the girl pointed across the street and they walked over to her. She gave her the dog and then walked down the street and returned with the other dog. SMH. I watched as the mother, daughter and two dogs were walking away the mother looked back and I waved with a smile and she waved back.