yo quiero roadkill

Following is a gripping update to the leashless dog saga as reported two entries ago:

Today on our morning walk we were followed about a mile back to our home by a feisty little chihuahua. Raisin was very amused by antics of our tiny little dog escort. And while usually I'm not a fan of the chihuahua, I'm also not a fan of my boy witnessing a dog being flattened by an oncoming car. So I made a weak effort to find its home.

I asked around if anyone knew where the dog belonged. One woman recognized it and offered to keep it tethered in her yard until someone came looking for it. But after my attempt to grab the dog's collar was met with ferocious chihuahua snaps, I declined to carry it over to her. So the dog continued to follow us. As we approached the busiest street on our walk, I lost sight of the dog and began to cross. Seconds later, I heard a "screeeeeeeeech." I was almost afraid to look but turned around to see the little dog prancing across the street after us. I thought if it followed us all the way home, I could keep it in our back yard and call animal control to pick it up. But just as we cut into the alley at our block, the dog continued down the street past our house. I'm not sure where the dog is now. Hopefully he found his way back home and we'll see him in an upcoming Taco Bell ad one day.

Later that same day...
Speak of the devil. Who is it? None other than our pal Rafe and his done-up elderly owner. Different street, same conversation, "Is your dog friendly?" I'm beginning to think Rafe's owner doesn't have such a good memory. That or she meets up with many green-stroller-pushing women walking a large black dog.

Stay tuned for more exciting dog-walking adventures.