Anyway, moving on. Look who came back to visit. I happened to glance out the window and here I see him trucking along the sidewalk and he came right up our lawn. I ran out to say hello while simultaneously yelling to Tia so that she could hear me from inside in her state of
After a sleepy Tia got her fill of hugs and petting, I called the city to find the name of the owner. Lo and behold, they can't see that number in their computer. Say what? What is up with that? So the very nice lady tells me she'll phone the pound to see if he was licensed there because sometimes apparently, the pound is a little slow on the uptake and getting them logged in the computer, she says. So we're waiting and waiting. Doggy is getting restless to move on now that he's had a visit, and still no call. Finally the lady phones back to tell me the pound still hasn't called her back. She asked if I would like the pound to come pick up the dog. Well seeing how organized they were I said gave her a resounding "NO!". At which point I had to comment on what was the point of paying the city money to license your dog when at the point of needing them they didn't even have the darn license number in their computer. I am happy to say I kept my tone very polite. She was very nice after all and if it was the pound's fault why get her all defensive. But I felt I did have to comment on it.
In all the waiting our friend just felt the call to keep moving and off he went, the same as last time. Goodbye, Buddy. Thanks for coming by. All the best to ya.
And if you are wondering, it's now been 24 hours and we still haven't gotten a call back with the owner's name from the pound or the city. Arrrgh. Red tape institutions.