rescue mission

i was walking my dog, the other day, when a tiny Jack Russell puppy ran toward us. we'd met before, the previous day. it had followed us for a while, and despite all my efforts, refused to return home. i thought i knew where it lived, so we all three walked back to that house. i rang the bell, screamed and shouted for someone to come for a full 5 mns before someone appeared. i could have just put the dog back inside the garden, but i wasn't absolutely sure that's where it came from. as it turned out, i was right, and the hunky (but married) man i spoke to, told me she always ran away.

so here we were again, and as we walked past her house, i put her back in her garden, but she didn't care. she'd obviously done her homework and knew all the holes in the fence and 10s later, she was back out with us. as the guy had said she did this often, i gave up, and thought she'd eventually go back once we reached a certain no return point that i hoped she had. she didn't. she followed us all the way to the playground, where she found another source of amusement: kids and balls. although she's tiny, this one little boy did not seem all too happy about it, but there was nothing i could do so long as my dog was with me. so i walked him home, got in the car and drove back to the playground (all of 30s away by car, but i really had other things to do). i made sure the dog didn't belong to one of the kids, in which case they could take care of it, but she didn't. so i picked her up and put her in the car. she was very quiet. i drove the other 30s to her house, took her out and put her back in her garden.

she's an adorable dog, but this can't go on, which means i'm going to have to avoid walking past her house, which is really annoying, actually, as 2 of my favourite walks go that way...