It was a quiet week in some ways, I tried to catch up on paperwork and laundry but of course there is always a bit of drama. One day I was coming back from the dentist on the subway and for some reason got off a stop later than I usually do. It must have been meant to be, because I saw a dog alone crossing Pape, a very busy street. I followed it and it sure looked like a lost dog, just kept on the move and I tried to catch up with him. A run around the block and finally I got the dog to stop, poor thing was covered in ice and snow. Here I was, crouched on the Danforth, trying to hold on to a dog who had no collar and not sure what I was going to do. Thankfully a nice man stopped to see what was happening and I explained. He held the dog and I ran off to the dollar store and got a collar and leash and meanwhile Steve drove up to meet me.
What a good dog! As soon as we got the collar on he seemed much calmer and happily hopped in the car. We went to the THS and sadly no microchip so I left my dog with them. I posted immediately on line and later that night I got a message that somebody saw the post and went to collect their dog! Apparently it was in the backyard and a Rogers guy left the gate open. I'm so glad I was in the right place at the right time!