rice related emergency?
No, more obvious. Dog related.
Our dogs started making a ruckus, barking at something they saw through the front windows. Der Brucer, looking out, saw another Dalmatian running loose along the street. No collar, no tags.
So off we ran, after another dog. Of course.
Der B followed in his car to where he thought the Dal had gone, I followed on foot. In the process, I spotted the Dal laying next to a truck, which was parked next to a house on our street that is being renovated. He let me come up, and gave me a sniff, and let me slip a leash around his neck. Der B came back, amazed that I had caught the Dal so easily.
The Dal got right in the car, no fears. After driving around the neighborhood, to see if anyone was around and had "lost a Dalmatian," we decided to check with Molly, the local Dalmatian League leader. Nope, she hadn't seen this new dog, or heard of any other Dals in our neck of the woods. So, der B and I decided the best idea would be to head back home (with a side-trip to WalMart for a collar for the boy) and, if need be, keep him in the basement while posting signs.
But, driving by the house where I'd caught the Dal, we thought it might be a better idea for me to take another look, to see if there was any signs that someone had left him in the back yard. Indeed there was, two bowls and a rope, a rope that had clearly been escaped from.
At this moment, the new owner of the house drove up in
his truck, very curious as to why I'd been snooping around on his property. I explained about the Dalmatian, which he recognized as belonging to one of the men working on the property. So, after a pleasant exchange of information, we agreed to take the Dal with us to our house, much safer than anywhere else. The Dal's owner should be back within an hour or so, and he has the address where we live.
End of emergency...I think.
