this blog reminds me of the first blog I ever wrote about finding a passport at the supermarket and this involves something that happened the other day. the name of the pittie is Maggie and was wandering around the local train station. I was wondering where the owner was and with no owner in sight, I checked her collar. there was an address and a phone number. I left a message and waited for a return call. meanwhile, Maggie had a look on her face kind of suggesting like, well you've seen my address and called my owner, so failing a return call, why don't you take me home? a short while later, the owner replied and said he would be there soon. so here I was, giving Maggie plenty of rubs behind the ears, which was such an ordeal (sic)! whilst waiting, Maggie wandered off, suggesting well, if you can't take me home, I'll try it myself...
I called her back and kept her there with plenty of back rubs - the things you have to endure when trying to do the right thing (once again, sic)! the owner turned up and owner and Maggie were extremely grateful. he said Maggie was affectionate to everyone. part of me wanted them to hang around so I could pat Maggie even longer.
it turns out a delivery person dropped off a package and left a gate open, causing Maggie to wander off.
anyway, a few days later I told this story to a person who said that they wouldn't have done it because they simply wouldn't have the time. to which I replied,
'are you fucking mental!?!?'
it's a weird thing as to what people regard as a priority nowadays
personally, I wouldn't have done it any other way.
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