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Mary, Jackson's late grandma, loved Paul Harvey and I do, too! I thought it was a fitting title to this story.

Yesterday, Jackson and I were checking the mail before taking MacKenzie to the park to play ball. It is MacKenzie's favorite time of the day. I was waiting for Jackson to finish sorting through the junk mail when a lady approached me. She wanted to know if I had lived in the complex long. I said a few months. She was weirding me out a bit. Then she asked if MacKenzie was the dog who was attacked by a coyote. I answered that is was in fact MacKenzie, but that she was fine now. (I always feel a little attacked when people ask about it- like we are horrible parents or something for her getting out during the move.) She said that she had heard from a neighbor (quite the topic of gossip that MacKenzie Petefish) that we never fully found out what happened to our little pup. She then said that she knew what happened. She lives in Penterra Plaza, a very high-end luxury high rise next to our complex, and has a little white dog herself. One of her friends, Bob Wilson, was out on his 10th floor balcony that night and happened to see a coyote carrying a white dog in its mouth. He thought it was her dog so he started screaming at the coyote because they are supposedly quite scared of noise. A car passing by heard Bob yelling and flashed its brights at the coyote because they also hate bright lights. It got startled and let go of MacKenzie. She ran one way and to coyote ran the other. Bob ran downstairs and tried to find the white dog and couldn't. He found the coyote, but no dog. He felt quite defeated and felt that dog must have died from its wounds. He went by the lady's condo and found out that it was not her pup. He wondered for 2 weeks what happened to the white dog. Then one day a lady who Jackson works with told the lady about MacKenzie's story and it donned on her that MacKenzie was the white dog from Bob's coyote attack. She told Bob that MacKenzie was OK and he was so happy. Everyone was simply amazed that MacKenzie found her way home to a place she'd only been to one other time. By the end of this lady's story I was shaking thinking about how close we came to losing MacKenzie. I thanked the lady for telling us what happened- we had always wondered- and asked her for Bob's information so that I could write him a thank you note. I have been thinking of what to write every since. I do not know that my thankfulness can ever be truly expressed. But today I'd like to thank Bob Wilson on the 10th floor- he's my hero! He is MacKenzie's hero! He is Jackson's hero! He is a hero to everyone who loves us and MacKenzie. I thank God for the series of events that saved MacKenzie's life. 

And now you know the rest of the story.