So at noon Monday I found the most adorable, well behaved little dog wandering around my backyard. No microchip, no id, no collar. He's clean and doesn't seem to be hungry, thirsty or tired. I figure he's only recently gotten himself lost. On Wednesday, the inevitable "Lost Dog" poster featuring his cute mug finally appears in my mailbox. I call the number and find out where he originally came from.
Now here's the thing: on Tuesday, after getting a proper small dog harness for him, I took him for a walk around the neighborhood to see if he would walk himself home or if anyone recognized him. No one had seen him before and he seemed to know where he was going, but he walked himself up my driveway when we finished the loop. I thought maybe he lived on the other side of the hill that I didn't want to walk to since it was rush hour and I didn't want us to be hit by a car.
So was I right? Did the poor guy have a bit of a journey (well, for his size)? Not exactly. Doggie lived
right next door. We walked by his house three times! Once was shortly after I found him to see if anyone was looking for him using a collar MacGyvered from a ferret leash. How do you completely miss your own house Doggie?