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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The underground railroad for Dogs
I'm not sure why, but somehow calling this dog OURS feels like we are doing something wrong.
She was running our neighborhood loose without a collar or tags, no electronic chip tracking thingy, no ads have been run in any of the newspapers that we have checked, no one has answered our ads, we've hung fliers................no one seems to be missing this dog.
And yet, here we are over a week later, and although I technically have called off the search and rescue mission............it seems like we took someone elses dog and are calling her ours.
How much dog hair do we have to accumulate in our house before I can stop feeling like a dog thief?