Gone Visiting

We live in a neighborhood with lots of dogs. I know their names, I know their owners. So when I saw this cute little white dog running down the street without a leash, without an owner, and apparently without a care in the world, I knew she was out of her home territory. I called her over and she came running up, all licks and wiggles and wagging tail. I hooked her up to Ivy’s lead and called her family. They were relieved that she was safe. Apparently she’s an unrepentant escape artist, so I may see her again sometime. I hope so, she’s a sweetie.