Several days ago, a family of four got a puppy. German Shepherd. Kids loved him. They named him Ceasar. Mom wasn’t really on board with the idea, but Dad really wanted a dog, so he convinced Mum to, at least, try and see how this will go.
The puppy was only few months old so he was in a stage where he would lick and bite everything. He ate through Dad’s shoe, wooden chair in the kitchen, Mom’s socks, kids’ stuffed animals, etc.. Kids were laughing whenever they saw him eat something that wasn’t his food. Mom just kept getting more and more mad and she wanted to get rid of the dog. She was mad.
Dad convinced her to give the puppy another week. If he doesn’t get better, they will sell him.
First three days of the “probation week” started rather good. Ceasar hasn’t eaten anything that he wasn’t supposed to. At least not yet. Then, one morning while the family was eating breakfast together, the puppy brought a surprise. A ring. He was all muddy and dusty, who knows from where he got that ring. Dad took it and washed it. It was a golden ring, probably a wedding ring. The family tried to find out where he got it from, but the puppy wouldn’t move. He was just sitting in the kitchen watching them. Dad wanted to sell it. It would help them financially. He wanted to re-paint the house. Mom agreed so they went to the jewelry store and sold it. The woman that worked there said the ring was quite unique. The way it was made shows it is at least 70 years old, probably even more. Mom and Dad just looked at each other. Who knows where that ring came from. They will probably never find out. The mystery remains with the puppy.