Home sweet home, for doggies.

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I was at a friend's house the other day. When his front door was open, his dog escaped. He calls him 'the escape artist.'

His pet, though small, is mighty. We tried to coax him back inside but he would have nothing to do with us. He was free! I asked if Seamus knew how to get home. He was on the loose! He said Seamus knows the way. Okay.

We were talking for over an hour, and still no Seamus. I was determined not to be worried and was confident that he would return.

Then the phone rang. No, it was not Seamus on the other end of the line. I wish! A woman had found him running along a busy street. She pulled over and had the magic touch. She happened to have dog treats and she happened to be a Professional Dog Walker!

She called the local animal hospital and because the dog had a microchip implanted under his skin, the scanner told them where Seamus lived. But the phone number was way out of date.

Elizabeth, the Professional Dog Walker, was familiar with the address, and also knew the neighbor who lived directly across the walk path from Seamus' house! She called the neighbor of Seamus' owner, who, in turn, came over and said she knew Elizabeth, the Pro Dog Walker, and that she was coming over with Seamus.

Who knew how this would work out? I could still be outdoors, trying to chase down Seamus, who would only think that it was about fun and games. But a higher power intervened, and lead all of us to meet together at Seamus' home.

Who knew how this would work out? I could still be outdoors, trying to chase down Seamus, who would only think that it was about fun and games. But a higher power intervened, and lead all of us to meet together at Seamus' home.

I do have one more job. I'll be heading over to the pet store to get a fresh tag for Seamus' collar, with the correct phone number on it.

Life is good...and never ceases to amaze me!

Live richly, marilyn

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