A few days ago, I posted a riveting story. A story about my dog. My dog and some stolen underwear. That story can be found here… http://cookiesbydave.com/underwear-buried-there/

Well, hold onto your, er, underwear, because here is the exciting conclusion.

Easter Sunday was gorgeous. A sunny beautiful Spring day. We went to church, had breakfast, hunted for eggs, and enjoyed the day. I figured that it was so nice out, I would wash my car. Not exactly an Easter tradition, but still a good activity for a sunny day.

Returning home, my wife waited for me at the door. She had news for me, Kirby had arrived at the backdoor with my long lost underwear in his mouth. What was even more amazing was that they were perfectly intact. No holes. A good washing and they would be fine. I smiled. It was an Easter miracle. The most unlikely of resurrections. Perfect ending and perfect comfort.