Lost and Found

Went running on Sunday with the non-oz (our new found group where none of us are Aussies). Well really the guys took off and it was Sal and I. A beautiful run south of the city, where the houses are big enough to have a tennis court in the front yard. Ran up a hill at the end and had a magnificent sight of the city about 7k away (a bittersweet moment knowing we still had to go back).

To my surprise the trip back was even better than the view from out there...mainly because we came across Alfie. A small Australian Terrier running down the street and sniffing old McDonalds bags. He looked lost and scruffy, so we stopped and persuaded him to let us help. Took him back to the apt and noticed the only tag on was for an animal shelter. I figured since he was gonna have to go back I'd at least spend the day with him (I've been missing dogs quite a bit).

So I gave him a bath and we all had breakfast (eggs all around). When we were eating he didn't beg...but got into this crazy sitting pose like a Kangaroo.

After breakfast we took him to the park. Unbeknownst to us he was amazing at fetch (actually brought the tennis ball back). Alfie was loving his life. He could run around and be free and still came back when I called for him.

After a few hours we decided it was time to take him to the shelter (and it was closing for the day). When I called they informed me he wasn't a run away and had an owner! They gave me her details and when I called she asked if I could watch him a bit longer because she was busy...what!!! To busy to pick up your lost dog!!! I was furiouse - but really excited to spend a few more hours with my new friend. Since we played so hard before it was time for a nap. We were both out and he didn't wake up until the owner came and picked him up.

I think it was a good day for both of us. I wonder what he is doing now and pray that he is happy and running around.