I got home from work on Friday. I checked my email to see if I had anything of the little dog I had found. Yep. I had an email. It merely said "I think you have my dog." and gave a telephone number. I called the number and when I got an answer, I asked him to tell me about his little dog. He described this lost dog to a tee. Ok, I'll meet your at WalMart and if she does not run straight to you, you are not getting her. She ran straight to him.
Turns out that they had left her and their other dog in the back yard when they went to Wal Mart and a thunderstorm blew up. This little dog is petrified of loud noises and thunder. She wiggled out of the yard and was just running. They had not had her long and had gotten her from some people who had abused her. While we are talking she is busy licking the man's face. It really felt good to get her home. Her name is Zoe, by the way.
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