Where, oh where, has my little dog gone…

I’m a dog person. Didn’t get my first dog till I was 30, but I’ve been a dog person ever since. There’s a smallish brown dog in my neighborhood who constantly escapes from her yard. I’ve caught her and walked or carried her back home more times than I can count, and I know that several of my other neighbors have done the same.

This is a friendly little dog, and I’m worried that one day while trotting around the neighborhood she’s gonna get hit by a car. I’ve had thoughts about bringing her home – I doubt her owners would ever figure it out – but that’s a practical impossibility. She doesn’t appear to be abused or overtly neglected, she just has owners who are clueless or indifferent about gaps in their fence. (Yes, I’ve told them a couple of times about it.) I wish I could do something more, but I can’t. I just hope she stays off the street when she slips out.

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