As we were driving home from an event at Amy’s school and approaching home Amy suddenly yelled “Dog!”. There was a dog darting around on the street near the local grocery store. We hadn’t seen it yet, only Amy had. But we stopped and Amy jumped out of the car. A few minutes later she had caught the loose dog (who was quite friendly). It had a tag. It was named “Nicky”. The tag had phone numbers. But all of our cell phones were dead. (Yeah, we need to be better at plugging them in to charge.) So Brandy called from a cell phone, but only got voice mail.
So Nicky came home for a little bit. Roscoe stayed down stairs and was not happy about this development at all. Almost as soon as we got the phones plugged in, the owner called us. A few minutes later they met us at the corner near our house and took Nicky back. Appearantly Nicky had wandered a little further from home than usual, but they often just let Nicky out to just wander around the neighborhood on his own. I’m not sure that is all that wise ever, let alone for a black dog at night who apperantly doesn’t mind running back and forth across streets with a decent amount of traffic.
But in any case, at least this time Nicky is home safe.
And we only had an extra dog for a few minutes.
