Okay, he wasn't really a puppy. But he was small and frisky. He followed me home. At one in the morning! Well, I was out walking my own dogs, and he seemed to want to play with my dogs.
He was quite cute, but he looked cold. I hadn't seen him around before. So I let him in, and I called the phone number on his heart-shaped tag, hoping someone was awake at his house.
The lady on the phone was quite happy to hear from me. It seems he had escaped when "Santa" arrived at their house several hours before. She drove over to pick him up right away. He was glad to see her. She was even gladder to see him.
Thus ends the wagging tale of a hound
Who once was lost but now is found.
1 comment:
Merry Christmas! Your piece about strip-club levies recalls Charlie McDanger's adage... "Only two things in life are certainly awful--taxes and Texas."
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