We left the house this morning in glorious sunshine. Fortunately we hesitated for a few moments, as a little brown dog came bounding up off the road. We called him over and give him a quick hug before looking for his owner. The streets were dead, and without a collar – we were none the wiser. We eventually started knocking on doors of nearby neighbours who we knew (or suspected) had dogs.
After about our fourth try we found the right house, who seemed relatively grateful. Frankly if my dog had been gone for 10 minutes, I would have been a bit more emotional!
In the ten minutes while Becky door-knocked, I had the pleasure of sitting with our little friend in a lovely air-conditioned car (thank-you Lightning Mcqueen). The dog seemed about as grateful as I was for some shade.