Praying for the Next Step..

I know I've promised my dad not to blog about Jasor and his `prisoner's life' anymore. But I just feel so helpless and upset and in a dilemma with the whole situation that I need to share it.

For more than two months now, my neighbour's Goldie has been inside his cell 24/7 - yes, he never gets to come out at all. Each time when I brought my dogs for walk and passed that house, I felt so sorry for the dog, which always look so down and trodden.

Last week when I petted him, I felt there's a lump behind his ear... hopefully it's nothing serious.

The lump was still there just now when I brought my two Js for a walk. Jasor as usual welcomed me with that longing look in his eye. Poor thing, even the water bowls were all empty. So I decided to go back home to fetch some snacks and water for him.

I got a `packed supper' for Jasor and brought water too to refill his bowl. I had a urge to speak to someone from the family but looked like no one was in sight although the lights were on.

And just as I was feeding Jasor, a car approached the gate. I looked, it was the lady of the house. But she purposely did not look my way and after driving in, quickly closed the automatic gate. I could have walked inside but remembering the confrontational incident last time, I did not want to an unwelcome guest. So I waited outside the gate till she came down from the car and called out to her and asked whether I could speak to her.

Straight-faced, she looked at me with an unfriendly and almost despicable expression. When I started speaking, she already walked towards the house. I managed to ask her to consider to give away or sell Jasor if they do not want him, but she said: `no need' and then disappeared from my sight.

Obviously she didn't want to entertain me at all. And whatever I say, she won't give a hoot.

Not one who gives up easily, I still wanted to speak to the edest son who knew my blog url and the supposed owner of Jasor. I rang the doorbell a few times. No one answered, though i swear I saw people moving about inside the house.

I continued to feed Jasor with various dog biscuits and he was getting very hyper and excited. Perhaps he had never been given such treats.

As I was walking home, my heart felt very heavy. I wanted to help free Jasor but I don't know how I could do it. The best way would be to influence the owner, though it is unlikely they would change their attitude and treatment towards their dog. I just hope they understand that if they neglect him and lock him up like this, it is very cruel and they should give Jasor up to another family who wants him.

Just shared my burden with Messy Christian online and she suggestted starting a `Free Jasor' campaign but it would create a ruckus! While it could be an effective idea, I don't want to stir things up as I'm living in my dad's house and he's actually a devloper of this housing project. He has already warned me not to pursue this matter further.

So we decided we should pray about it. Messy said she would help start a prayer campaign on her blog and get her readers and fellow bloggers involved. Those of you who want to help Jasor please do join in the prayer campaign.

Sorry dad, I can't just let this be. I won't `create trouble' if I could help it. I will pray to God for wisdom and guidance on how to help the poor dog out of that miserable life of a neglected prisoner.

Update (Friday): After praying a bit and talking to a friend, the first thing I think I will need to do is to get the support of my dad. He is a pretty reasonable chap and he does like dogs. Just that any strife with neigbour will put him in a difficult situation. So I think I would talk to him properly and try to convince him that he should help Jasor too...