At the end of my short run this evening, I ran into a very small fuzzy dog, kinda like a shitzu. When he saw me coming he stopped and started to cross the road. I stopped and called to him and to my surprise he cautiously came to me. I've had a quite a few loose dogs just haul butt when I call them. I saw two dogs that I once tried to get out of a busy street about 3 blocks away from their home again the other day. One dog in this area that gets loose even looks like my dog. The neighbors kids came over one day to tell me "hey we just saw your dog running down the street!"
So I finally rescued one! I was very close to my house and carried him back. It's always a funny little moment picking up a scared dog. You just never know if they're gunna bite ya. As I was about to walk up my driveway, a car pulled up and the woman asked if that was Max. Indeed it was. Turns out he lives just down the street. The owner said that's the third time he's gotten out. Maybe his name should be changed to something else?
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