Team Stray Dog

Doc and I go for an evening constitutional (walk) as many evenings as we can. It is always positive time for us-- even though we have to get past the fact that we look like an old married couple in our sneakers, jeans, and kleenex in our sleeves to catch the drips from our noses.

Tonight though something incredible happened. Well, first we saw a falling star, sparkling, beautiful, and quick- but that was not the incredible part. Immediately or simultaneously after the star, we saw a small black stray dog. It looked and felt old, and clearly was not supposed to be wandering the streets alone. We decided that we must find its way back home. With the help of some very nice neighbours who let us use the phone, we were able to call the city and find the phone number of the owner through the dog license number. Well, when the man answered the phone, you could tell he had to be a century old. He was so upset that his dog was missing and so freaking relieved (weepy relieved) that the dog was found. I promised we would walk him home safely.

As we approached the house an SUV was pulling up, it was the man's daughter who was rushing over from the other side of the city to help her ailing dad find his dog. Well, to make a long story short, we were able to return the dog to Mr. Rivers who was 87 years old, lives alone, recently had a stroke, and his best (and perhaps) only friend got out of the yard when he went out for a pee.

It was a good night.

We are now--- Team Stray Dog!!!