I went down to feed the puppy today, and he was there. He came to where I was, growling and crying at the same time. He wouldn't come close, but I sat and talked to him and he was wagging his little tail. I tried to tell him that I wouldn't hurt him, but he just doesn't believe me yet. I'll keep trying. I want to get him before he gets run over, because it's going to happen if I don't.
I don't need another dog, but my heart won't let me not try to save him, so I'll keep feeding him and talking to him, and maybe he'll see that I would never hurt him.
Maybe God will watch over him until then.