Yesterday I went for a walk with my owners. We encountered a white, small, scotty type dog. I have already mentioned how I am barely tolerant of other dogs. This dog was no exception....it kept yipping in my face. I was doing everything in my power to discourage this dog, but my owner had a vice grip on my leash. The dog followed us a way down the street. My owners looked at the dog's collar and noted that it seemed to be lost based on the address on the his collar. Much to my surprise and clearly against my better judgement, they took one of their belts to use a leash to bring the dog to my house. My owner called the scotty's owner, but there was no answer. He left a message in his deep, somewhat sinister voice, "We have your dog. We found it in Willow Park." So we brought this yippie little dog home. Soon there was a great deal of laughter. It seems that on second examination, the address that was on the collar was actually the vet's address. There was a second address on the collar...the address of the owner's.....the scotty had been in his own front yard when he was lassoed by a belt.....my owner immediately returned the dog to its yard....I had my house back to myself.
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