A walk with Frida was cut short when I came upon another stray dog. No collar and the neighbor across the street from where it was loitering didn’t recognize it. I used my belt as a leash and brought the stray and Frida home.
I called police non-emergency to have animal control pick him up. Two hours passed so I called back. They said someone had just called and said enough to help me realize I knew where the dog lived (the neighbor across the street was wrong–oops). As I walked in the direction of the dog’s home I ran into the owners. Tears shed, hugs (and dog) exchanged and all is good.
I called the police back to cancel the pick up. I was very pleased to get a “you da man,” because when it comes from the man it really means something. I won’t hold my breath for my junior deputy badge, but I may prepare a few brief remarks. As are gay and straight scouts across America, I am (almost) always prepared.
Frida and her new friend played well together. See?
Happy to have him home, but Frida and I will miss him! Hope you have as swell a day.