A Neighbor Destroyed My Son’s Puppy House — Then Karma Stepped In

I never believed much in instant karma—until this fall, when life proved how quickly things can shift. We rent a small, worn-down house with a strict “No Pets Allowed” rule, so when my 10-year-old son Mason came home holding a shivering puppy he found behind the school dumpsters, I knew we were in trouble. But we couldn’t leave the little guy there. Mason named him Buddy, and we agreed to care for him just temporarily.

Mason immediately drew a blueprint for “Buddy’s House,” and that weekend we built a small blue doghouse beneath the old maple tree. Buddy loved it instantly. Our neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, did not. With her perfect lawn and perfect roses, she seemed to have a zero-tolerance policy for anything resembling joy. She complained endlessly about Buddy.

Then one afternoon, Mason found the doghouse destroyed—smashed to pieces. Buddy was hiding under a hedge, trembling. Bits of the broken wood lay scattered along Mrs. Henderson’s fence. It didn’t take much to figure out what happened. Instead of confronting her, we rebuilt the doghouse stronger than before.

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