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Well my temporary mascot proved to be just that....temporary.
Last night he broke his rope and ran away. I was in the shop, came in the house to put something on the counter, went back out, and he was gone. I managed to find him down the street, but he got excited and took off like a race horse.
I get a phone call today from a guy claiming to be his owner, and sounds like the real deal. I have to tell him that he broke loose last night and is gone.
3 minutes later I get a call from a lady saying that the dog pictured in the posters I put up all over town (the ones saying he was here and we were looking for his owner)... looks just like the one in her front yard!!!! I call the guy to tell him, but the cell phone cuts out.
I go down there to this lady's house.... Sure enough, it's him. I take him home in the truck, and right then the guy calls me back.
Low and behold... it is his dog. His name is Buddy, and he's a 4 year old, pure-bred Malamute. Turns out, he only lives 1.3 miles from here... less than a mile as a crow flies. Even crazier, we have walked him several times down a road that is ONE BLOCK from his home.
I am very sad to see him go... but I am elated that after holding onto him for a month, he gets to go HOME!!!!

Last night he broke his rope and ran away. I was in the shop, came in the house to put something on the counter, went back out, and he was gone. I managed to find him down the street, but he got excited and took off like a race horse.
I get a phone call today from a guy claiming to be his owner, and sounds like the real deal. I have to tell him that he broke loose last night and is gone.
3 minutes later I get a call from a lady saying that the dog pictured in the posters I put up all over town (the ones saying he was here and we were looking for his owner)... looks just like the one in her front yard!!!! I call the guy to tell him, but the cell phone cuts out.
I go down there to this lady's house.... Sure enough, it's him. I take him home in the truck, and right then the guy calls me back.
Low and behold... it is his dog. His name is Buddy, and he's a 4 year old, pure-bred Malamute. Turns out, he only lives 1.3 miles from here... less than a mile as a crow flies. Even crazier, we have walked him several times down a road that is ONE BLOCK from his home.
I am very sad to see him go... but I am elated that after holding onto him for a month, he gets to go HOME!!!!


