Anne writes in…

good morning. a neighbor found a beautiful yellow lab in oakhurst park yesterday about 2pm.  no collar and no microchip.  he is staying with us but hoping you could post to help the owners be found.  he is well very cared for so someone must be missing him.

Sometimes a dog can be lost and found before I can even post either alert!

This fella got loose in the Great Lakes neighborhood this morning and I received this note from his rescuer…

Apparently, we are the home of misfit/lost dogs. We have a very well trained older yellow lab that has landed at our house. He has no collar. I would love if you could post this on your website. We have wandered all around the Great Lakes neighborhood, but no one recognizes this dog. I will send photos it you will post them. Thank you!

Minutes later – after I had gone out for breakfast – I received this note from the owner…

I am a reader of your blog and could really use your help. I am out of town and just received a call from a neighbor that my dog is loose, and when the neighbor tried to grab him his collar came off. So he no longer has a tag with contact info. He was last seen in Great Lakes on Superior near Huron about 45 min ago. I’ve attached a photo. I’d really appreciate it if you could post the photo and ask people to call my wife…if they see him. I feel very helpless because I’m not there and could really use a hand. Thanks!

By the time I got home an hour later, both the owner and finder had written in that the dog had already found its way home!

UPDATE: Lynne sends in another must-read dog poem:  “Another Reason I Don’t Keep a Gun in the House” by Billy Collins, former Poet Laureate of the United States (and Decatur Book Festival keynote speaker a couple years back).

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From the “It’s funny cause it’s true” file.

Here’s the beginning of the poem “Cleaning Up After Your Dog”, from today’s Writer’s Almanac…

Pull plastic bag from pocket

and wave it like a flag

or diploma. Make sure many people

congratulate your care

for the community.

Check bag for holes.

Double check.

Read the rest of the poem HERE.  (The part about the cop is something I always find myself doing when a cruiser passes mid-cleanup)