It's a nice walk when I don't have time to get to the canyons.
This time, there was a non-leashed dog wandering about. Eventually, she started following me, which I encouraged by whistling for and praising her. I didn't know where the owners were, but figured I could either find them after my whole circuit of the lake or check the dog's collar and make the connection that way.
She was a good dog. Eager to please, and also eager to chase ducks. Eventually, we made it all around the lake without finding anyone who knew the dog, but plenty of people who seemed please to see her. At least one of those people wasn't so pleased, because that person called the Daybreak rent-a-cops who sent someone along to chastise me for having an off-leash dog.
Back at the beginning, I checked Emma's collar and found out her name was Emma and that she had a phone number. I called. "Do you know Emma?" I asked. Yes, she knew Emma and had been looking for her overnight. Fireworks set off in the neighborhood the night before had scared her to the point of taking off when she was out to tinkle. She ended up about a mile away from home and across Bangerter Highway.
It was a nice reunion when Mom showed up to get Emma, who was thrilled to see her.
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