At about 10 this AM my neighbor’s housekeeper started yelling, “The dog! The dog!” She had spotted her outside the gate and let her back in.
I was psyched. I went out as I knew she’d be hungry, but nothing had changed. Still skittish as hell, she ran from the food I had, and darted downstairs and out the garage door, which is open in the AM.
I called Stray Dog and told him that she was still around, and this guy I have met once, briefly, says, “OK, I come over and try to catch her.”
He couldn’t make it in the early afternoon, and I had to go to my motherinlaws 60th birthday party, no way to get out of it. I went home to change and saw the dog in front of a small temple near our front gate. I call SD and tell I won’t be home but the dog is there, just come over tomorrow if you can and we’ll try then.
Stray Dog STILL comes over, despite my not being there and his not knowing where I lived. He tries for , what Sean? Two hours to get the dog, but in the end she scoots away.
I’m deeply stressed that the dog is still loose, but DAMN! Stray Dog, my hat is off to you!
Folks, this guy called me about every ten-twenty minutes with updates, and every time I said, “Dude, just go home. I appreciate it, but this is too much.” and he said "No, I like doing this." He walked around my neighborhood for two hours, explaining to my rural neighbors what he was doing, and was APOLOGETIC when he couldn’t get her.
Sean, go to Carnegies on Sept 13th and you won’t pay for a single beer while I’m there!
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