another weirdo thing
so i'm driving back from the petstore at lunch (which is only a couple blocks away) and see this huge black lab walking along.
so me, being the animal-happy person i am, stops, parks, gets out, and slowly goes up to him. he sniffs, licks, wags. so i pet, and bend down to say hello. get a face full of kisses, then check out his collar. he lives around the block. i look around for his owner, don't see anyone outside, so i do a mental check of the car to see if i have a lease in it, realize i don't, lock the doors, and grab Cole (name on tag) by the green collar, and tell him to come on.
he heels perfectly, as we walk up the street, and when i go to jaywalk, he keeps going straight, then turns when we get to the intersect. i talk to him and tell him what a good dog he is. he blods along and wags his tail, pants excessively.
get to his house. i knock, ring the bell, say hello. no one answers. only the screen door is closed. i try it, find it unlocked, go it. Cole comes along, and i shut the door and let go. he prompt crashes out in the large entrance way between the foyer and the living room, laying half on each, as if he owns the spot, which he probably does.
i say hello again, look around for people. no one answers. so i find a pad and pencil and leave a note saying where i found cole, and my name and number if they needed anything. i look around a little more, see a lost dog poster, this one dated November 20th. apparently my dark furry friend has a habit of visiting.
walk through another open door to the back deck, and see a fenced in yard, a pond, and a huge jacuzzi tub. cole has the life. there's a 50+ inch screen tv in the living room, too.
i pat cole goodbye, say it was nice to meet him. close the front door, and latch the screen behind me, and walk back to my car.
all and all it was a good meeting.
so me, being the animal-happy person i am, stops, parks, gets out, and slowly goes up to him. he sniffs, licks, wags. so i pet, and bend down to say hello. get a face full of kisses, then check out his collar. he lives around the block. i look around for his owner, don't see anyone outside, so i do a mental check of the car to see if i have a lease in it, realize i don't, lock the doors, and grab Cole (name on tag) by the green collar, and tell him to come on.
he heels perfectly, as we walk up the street, and when i go to jaywalk, he keeps going straight, then turns when we get to the intersect. i talk to him and tell him what a good dog he is. he blods along and wags his tail, pants excessively.
get to his house. i knock, ring the bell, say hello. no one answers. only the screen door is closed. i try it, find it unlocked, go it. Cole comes along, and i shut the door and let go. he prompt crashes out in the large entrance way between the foyer and the living room, laying half on each, as if he owns the spot, which he probably does.
i say hello again, look around for people. no one answers. so i find a pad and pencil and leave a note saying where i found cole, and my name and number if they needed anything. i look around a little more, see a lost dog poster, this one dated November 20th. apparently my dark furry friend has a habit of visiting.
walk through another open door to the back deck, and see a fenced in yard, a pond, and a huge jacuzzi tub. cole has the life. there's a 50+ inch screen tv in the living room, too.
i pat cole goodbye, say it was nice to meet him. close the front door, and latch the screen behind me, and walk back to my car.
all and all it was a good meeting.