Bella--Poo

This morning shortly into my walk, I found a lost dog.
She was a gray cockapoo.  She was clearly not familiar with where she was.  She kept darting into the street and back to the golf course, then back over to me.  Another lady who was also walking and I went to quite a few houses to see if she might belong to them, but not one knew who she was.

So I took her home where she could be safe.  We got an email two weeks ago telling us to be careful with our pets, especially small dogs and cats, because with all the rains and mudslides last month it displaced the coyotes and some of their 'meals'.  Starting at dusk we need to walk out with them to do their business until the daylight hours and then even at that to be watchful and careful.

I called the gate to let them know if anyone called about her that she was here.  I also posted on our community bulletin page.

She is such a good dog.  Very sweet and well-loved.  Kind of like Darla, you know!  They got along fine.  Darla did a good job sharing her yard and food.  Finally, security called about 5:30pm.  The family was on their way over to recover their precious furry baby.

The mom came to the door.  The kids were bawling in the car in the driveway.  The dad was soothing them in the drivers seat.  As soon as she called, 'Bella'! the dog ran to her.  She was VERY happy to be in the arms of her family.  The mom (I never did get her name...) said,  "Well, you saved lots of lives today.  Mine (because she had accidentally left the gate open), Bella's, and my children who would have died if we hadn't gotten her back.  THANK YOU!"

That was nice.  But Christine and I had already started talking about names for her if nobody came to get her!