During a family vacation, I discovered my son Tyler was missing from our Airbnb rental. After a frantic search, I saw our German Shepherd, Max, with Tyler’s baseball cap in his mouth. The dog led us to his kennel, where Tyler was sleeping peacefully.
Tyler had wandered off and fallen asleep there, thinking it was cozy. My initial suspicion of our hosts, Martha and Gary, was wrong—they had only been concerned and helpful. I realized I had misjudged them, and we ended the day by sharing a meal and learning about their kind-hearted nature.
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