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| Zinc - Boston Terrier |
"Sorry Zinc. I'm gonna have to take care of this before we head out." I rub his head and hope it doesn't take too long since I can tell that Zinc really has to go.
I head back inside, grab my spare leash and hope the dog's still nearby or has gone back home. I open the door and he's standing right there on the porch, wagging at me. He doesn't have a collar on, but I easily lasso him as he's super friendly.
Fortunately, it's a beautiful day so people are out on their lawns and, because the dog has gotten out before, they know which direction the dog came from. About a block away, a nice woman points to the house across the street where there are a bunch of kids in the yard and the gate is standing open.
"He gets out all the time. Make sure to talk to a parent." She advises. I smile and nod. My plan exactly.
The kids get their dad who is grateful & scolds the kids for leaving the gate open. He says the dog is an escape artist. I mention collar and tags which he brushes aside. I say something about him possibly getting hit as and he tells me that the dog got hit by a car two years ago.
"You'd think he would've learned."
He shakes my hand and takes his dog back inside as the kids are chattering away.
There are things I want to say... But he's gone and I need to get back to Zinc.
