Then one afternoon, Mason found Buddy’s house destroyed — smashed, broken, stomped on. Buddy was hiding under a hedge, terrified. Pieces of the broken doghouse were scattered along Mrs. Henderson’s fence. It was obvious who did it.
Instead of confronting her, we rebuilt the house stronger. Two days later, a storm hit. Mrs. Henderson slipped outside, hit her head, and collapsed. Buddy heard her and barked until Mason checked. Mason found her unconscious and called for help — saving her life. After recovering, she apologized with tears and brought a carved plaque: “Buddy’s House — Where Kindness Lives.”
She even told our landlord what happened. He called to say we could keep Buddy — inside the house. Now Buddy sleeps at Mason’s feet every night. Mrs. Henderson visits often. And somehow, without punishment or revenge, karma arrived exactly the way it needed to: With a wagging tail and a second chance.