Slashing rain and cutting wind rarely unbridle the enthusiasm with which my two little dogs, clad in their rain jackets, face their morning walk.
Thursday was no exception. We hadn't proceeded far when I saw him: he was obviously frightened, lost and soaking wet. He was dashing here and there at 44th Avenue, which at this hour in the morning is wall-to-wall traffic. One dash across the road would probably have been his last.
I coaxed him with dog biscuits and soothing words. Soon I was able to get a leash around his neck. Immediately I loved him.
I suspected he was the result of an amorous encounter between a Basset hound and a pointer, due to his colour and appearance.
Upon arriving home, I phoned the Langley Animal Protection Society, and within 20 minutes, a most pleasant officer arrived to pick him up.
I phoned Monday morning and received the great news that the dog's owners had gratefully retrieved him the previous night.
What a wonderful organization LAPS is, and how fortunate for the animals and we are to have them.
Mike Harvey, Langley
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