God does some unexpected shit sometimes

So we have some neighbors that own a border collie named Bandit.  Nice dog.  Very energetic.  Their daughter, who got the dog, is high-functioning autistic.  They all loved Sebastian.  Hell, during family days, as we were walking by with the dogs, a bunch of them would come out to pet Sebastian and say hello.  

While walking the dog yesterday, the Mrs. let slip that I was looking to get another dog.  When they asked what kind, she pointed to Bandit and said "Oh, something that size.  We're going down to (insert name of Utah town) this afternoon to see one."

So unbeknownst to us, they were in plans to get a service dog for their daughter.  In addition to that, they have one of their other daughters moving in who has her own issues and a couple of kids.  Short short version,  Bandit was going to have to find a new home.

So as I'm on my way home from a medical appointment yesterday, they walk up to the house and ask if we would like to keep Bandit, since they have to re-home him and they know we're good people who take care of our dogs.

Say hello to Bandit.  

We've already gone for a run today.