When I opened my back door this morning a cute but clearly exhausted dog was sitting on the step, looking like that RCA dog, only peering into my kitchen instead of a Victrola. He wasn’t bouncing around, but rather waiting, like waiting for me to do something about his predicament. Clearly he was lost and tired of trying to make his way back home.
This was not my first animal encounter in my little town, and frankly there could have been many more because I see a lot of loose dogs around here. Being a city girl, free-range dogs are an unusual sight. Here, well let’s just say that things are a big more laid back.
So I called animal control and here’s where the miracle happens. Someone had JUST called about their missing dog; a dog who, last night, extricated himself from his collar and zapper and was off for his Jack London adventure. But after a night on the town, he spent the last few hours in my screened porch reevaluating his decision and waiting for his family to arrive.
Reunions of lost dogs and their owners are definitely Hallmark moments. Getting my phone service fixed would be another one.