I spotted this little poodle/terrier taking a stroll down a street while on my drive to play basketball. I thought twice about pulling over because I knew I’d be really late if I did. But my inner Jessica got me to pull over.
I parked right next to him and he was very quickly a friend to me. I only had to squat for a few seconds and I found his head in my hand.
He wasn’t bothered with me picking him up or putting him in my car.
His collar said his name was Remosa, which confuses me because I’m pretty sure Remosa is a male dog because he peed in every corner he found.
I called the number on the number on the collar but could only leave a voicemail that I had the owner’s dog.
After waiting around for a few moments, I decided to let Remosa take a walk. I didn’t have a leash, which as a frequent dog finder, I probably should. But he walked off always keeping a set distance away from me, making sure I was behind him.
He lead me to a house which I thought was his. It turned out he was just curious about the dogs that lived there. Pit bulls, twice his size.
Pressed for time, an half hour had now passed and I had walked a few blocks away from my car; I called my IT department (Jessica). I had her look up the number of the cell phone I called. From there, she cross-referenced the name with the area I was in, and lo and behold, there was a hit. About 2 blocks the opposite direction I was walking was the person with the same name as the cell phone.
Remosa and I took the stroll to the house. No answer to the doorbell. No answer to knocking.
I walked to the back of the house, and through an open gate, I found a little dog’s living area missing a little dog. Remosa instantly went to get a drink from the bowl so I figured we were at the right place. I closed the gate behind him and petted him for a little bit.
I’m hoping I left him at the right house. As I left, I heard Remosa crying for attention.
I wonder, did the owner of the dog get my voicemail? They never called me back. I’m sure they were thinking, what is this call about, my dog is home. Or did I return the dog to the wrong house?
I don’t usually, but I miss the dog.