Jesus Christ what a dramatic op!
Years ago my DH saw an advert in the paper for pedigree rotty puppies , we had always loved the breed but we were piss poor broke and had young kids. But he spoke to the breeder and she said she only had one left from the original litter advertised as she had a little hernia . But would hopefully have another litter the following year and we agreed to do our best to save up.
The following week he saw a poster for a dog that was lost with a £500 reward. That night he had a flat tyre at the end of our road and the weather was horrific. Lo and behold as he was trying to change the wheel he spotted this filthy little dog in the bushes next to a main dual causeway. He grabbed the dog, got bit quite badly and brought the dog home to me. Then he had to run off to work and after his shift get stitched up at the hospital.
I went through the local paper and found the advert for the dog. His name was Barney and he was a gorgeous little spotty sausage dog, very unusual breed for that time. His owners turned up crying their eyes out with relief. He was very skinny as he had been gone for 9 days at that point, since the same day we enquired about the rotty puppies. I waved them off and told them not to worry about the reward but the following morning the couple turned up with £500 and insisted we take it as the insurance had paid for the reward as they had a fancy policy and were delighted to have him returned to them. My DH comes down from sleeping after his shift and I explained everything to him and he said it was a great name, his old childhood dog was called Barney and was a merle like the sausage dog. We just looked at each other as it was just so weird.
On a whim he called the rotty breeder and told her the story. We took the advert in the paper and the thank you note the family had put in the envelope full of cash and the breeder discounted the rotty pup to exact price of the the reward money on the proviso that we dealt with the hernia when she was neutered . When she handed us the kcc reg papers, the dogs show name was my DHs favourite song by David Bowie, one of our wedding songs from 6 months earlier. It was really like the entire thing was meant to be and that dog was the best dog I've ever ever had. We've now got her gr gr gr gr gr grand niece ( but this one doesn't have the same grace or brains 😂).
We didn't profit off anybody's misery 🤷🏼♀️