Son Jason and the Granddog were coming over so I was on my way to the grocery store to pick up a sirloin to grill, some Idaho's to bake and a salad to make for dinner.
I walked out to the truck and noticed a small, older Beagle dog trotting down the sidewalk. It was hotter than all get out and the pup needed water...so I brought him inside. Lucy and BoyDog were not happy about it. I set up a dish with water and a little food, but the Beagle didn't touch it.
All dogs raised the fur on their backs and it was a bit of an event, but with appropriate rubbing and such they eased off. The Beagle glommed onto me, looking for serious rubs. Good boy!
Crap. A lost dog, a lost shopping trip. Got to get this boy home, so I walked him out to the pickup, he jumped in and curled up on the passenger seat, and we took off on a slow drive through the neighborhood seraching for walkers and drivers who might be on the lookout for a lost dog.
Years before we had had the company of a part-Beagle, part-Lab who took her escape pretty often. I spent hours and hours driving the streets here looking for Winnie. So this didn't bother me. Getting the pup home was a priority.
I kept the AC on in the truck and the Beagle tucked right in and napped, with the driver's window down so I could talk to walkers and slow drivers. No luck. I drove through our subdivision for almost two hours trying to find the pup his proper place. AC in the truck and the window opened = HOT!
About eight years ago, I had twice found and returned to his home a small Beagle named Oscar, a dog who had run away (Beagles are little Houdini's when it comes to fences and barricades)...it never occurred to me that this guy, aged as he was, was my old friend Oscar.
Yup, it was Oscar. No wonder he had happily come with me! I checked with his old home, just a few houses down the street from ours, and they told me that they had passed him on to the kid across the street.
The saddest part of all this is that his new owners didn't even know that Oscar had bolted.
Look, if you're not going to love and care for your dog, let me know, okay? If I had known Oscar was going to be a Pet Light back then, I'd have kept him here.
But it was great to be with the old boy for a little while today, anyway.