The year after I got Ellie, she ran off. About an hour later, someone called who had found her. I was so grateful that I remember thinking to myself that I hoped someday I could repay the favor.
Fast forward about 15 years, and I seem to have become some sort of magnet for lost dogs. Remember that lost dog named Daisy? She was just one of many, but she happened to stick around.
ANYWAY, as we were on our way to Barb’s house to celebrate Christmas, Neko noticed this dog in our yard. I’ll try to abbreviate this story.
Dog has tags, we call the number, leave a message.
Dog is (strangely) from the Big City, so we take her with us just in case the man calls back.
Neko entertains fantasies of us keeping the dog.
Man finally calls, and we offer to drive the dog over.
Neko cries. Is really sad. Demands we take a photo before we hand her over.
But really, we did not need and eleven-year-old dog named Star, did we? (A certain 8-year-old would vehemently disagree with me.)