We were just about to leave for church this morning when I noticed a dog trying to get into front doors of two of the houses in the close.
I ran down with my dogs lead to find a poor afghan cross dripping wet with bits of undergrowth, brambles, long twigs caught up in her fur.
She look so sad poor girl and happy to see someone. She had a tag with her name and number so got DH to ring it. No answer but we left a message.
With the help of my two of my fellow doggy neighbours we worked out where it belonged took it around and the owners didn’t even come to the door just a young lad in his pj’s who didn’t say a word but looked shocked.
I don’t know if his parent were there just not up or if they were out looking for their dog.
That was at 9.10am this morning you’d think by now the owners would have at least rung us back to say thank you. As we’d left a message on their answer phone.