Sunday Dog

Driving into town this morning, a medium size retriever mutt dog comes barreling down a side street right in front of me and proceeds to run down the middle of the road. I had slowed down but the person behind me just beeped their horn. I pull over to the side and opened the back door, calling to the dog. Big old puppy dog with muddy paws jumps in the back seat wagging her tail like she has been waiting for me. Lucky for both of us the animal shelter would be open in a half hour. I get an espresso to go and the dogs (Sweetie was with me) get a biscuit. No tags, no chip on the runaway. It’s a good day for me as the dog is safe and Sweetie is happy that she is still “an only child”. We seem to find a dog or two about once a year since I’ve been in Port Townsend.