The little puppy was lost and confused in the middle of the intersection. It was a bitter morning a few days before Christmas. I was still shivering from the brief time I stood outside scraping off my windshield and I wondered how long the dog had been wandering in the cold. Still, I was on a schedule. I had to get my kids and their friends to our church's annual Christmas pageant, which my wife was directing. "I hope its owners find it," I offered weakly, and started to drive away.