About 2 weeks ago, I was walking down my driveway to check the mail. In the middle of the street, I saw a Pomeranian walking in circles. There was a lot of traffic. I scooped up the dog and put him in my fenced backyard, after putting my own dogs inside. The Pom had a collar on with his name (Jake) and his phone number. I thought it was funny that this hair balloon was named Jake instead of Fluffy, or something. I called the number and the owner was out of town. She said she had friends watching Jake and that he was 16 years old, deaf, and blind. I told the owner where my house was and that she could have someone pick him up anytime.
A couple of days ago, my dog Lily got out. I searched for 45 minutes, no luck. I had to go pick up my son from school, so I was gone for about an hour. When I came home, I grabbed Lily's collar and leash and set out again. I searched for another hour, no luck. Heading home, I heard a voice, "Hey! Did you lose a dog?". I said, "yes". The lady said, "I think I have her in my backyard". I was so happy. I can't express what a relief it was. Naturally, I thanked her profusely. Then I told her I only lived a few doors down. A big smile came over the lady's face and she said, "Are you the one who saved Jake?". "Yes, I am," I said. She said, "Is that not great kismet!" We both laughed and agreed.
That old saying is absolutely true.