Relative Something

After driving up and down 650th Street, I turned onto a gravel field road to search along the edge of the woods just north of our property. Asher had disappeared on me again. We have tracking tags, but they are currently on Cyndie’s and Elysa’s luggage in Norway.

Thankfully, Cyndie had the forethought to write my phone number on the blaze orange neck bandana that we make him wear to help us see him. While searching for a missing dog, it made sense to answer the call from an unknown number.

The very cheery voice said that she had stopped for a dog in the road, and he jumped right into her car. That’s our Asher. When it comes to cars, Asher has no sense of the concept of stranger danger. He sees every vehicle as his favorite place to be.

She told me that he was on County Road N. That was a new one, in terms of distance away from home, and a real red flag. That road has a 55 mph speed limit, which makes it a very unsafe place for him to be.

I told her I would meet her at the intersection with 650th. Couldn’t thank her enough. She said he is a very friendly dog.

Well, sure. She let him get into her car. Instant BFF.

I immediately revoked his privilege of roaming freely. When I become engaged in an activity, he gets confined to a leash. If we go for a walk off-leash, he has to stay close to me at all times.

To all the good Samaritans who stop and rescue stray dogs wandering on roads, I say thank you. It would have been so easy for her to just keep going, and I had no clue he might choose to go that far. That woman created a good outcome with her care and concern.

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