A damp, crumpled flyer mid-path caught his eye: “Missing. 8-month old male lab/pit/boxer mix. No collar.”
No phone number. No date. A grainy photo. Nothing else.
Another inexperienced owner. Sigh. “Let’s go Bent …”
No way. Coal eyes locked on mine, tail erect, paws grounded with a singular purpose, we weren’t moving.
Until I found that dog.