On Friday of last week, I made a new friend. She was fluffy, white, and wandering the streets near my mom’s neighborhood. I spotted her while driving, pulled the car over and called to her. She ran right over, happy as could be. Around her neck was a purple collar and what looked like a sonic bark collar — but no tag. I looped my belt around her collar and we started our walk. Such a friendly, gentle girl didn’t deserve to be wandering alone.
Door to door we went, asking the local folks if they recognized my new friend. Behind each door was a friendly stranger, but to them my new friend was unknown. After about 45 minutes I did what I really didn’t want to do — I called the local police department. They sent an officer, who in turn called local animal control.
As fast as I found my new friend, she rode away in the back seat of a police car. Though our time together was short, I really wish her the best. My fingers are crossed that her family thought to have their little girl microchipped or picked up the phone when they realized she was missing. I hope they learn from their mistakes and add a tag to that purple collar. No doggy as cute as as my new friend deserves to be wandering the streets.