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mom came in her usual blustery self, terrified him once we had almost got him calm, and then opened the door "so he doesn't pee on the carpet" and he BOLTED

i mean, chances are he'll come back, 'cos he feels safe here? or at least he did. (dad actually didn't find him on our porch, he found him a few doors down on the way in to work. the dog found our house of his own accord 'cos dad was nice to him and there were places to hide)

but now i have no closure on this whole business and i can't focus on my work 'cos i'm really worried about this poor dog

and mom clearly does not give a fuck

because "it's not your dog, whoever lost him is probably crying right now"

right, that's why he doesn't know what "good dog" means

(hi, i'm upset now, fuck capitalisation)

ETA: Saw him out for a walk with his people, so he made it home. And he seemed happy with them. So chances are he was a rescued dog in the first place, but he's comfortable with his own family.

* It's a he, looks like mostly Aussie Shepherd with some sort of sighthound in there somewhere (his legs are longer than in a sheepdog usually)
* Given that dad and I are longterm Pratchett fans and mom's a recent convert, he is Gaspode the Wonder Dog
* There was some leftover chicken in the fridge, so he has eaten a bit
* Dad got him out from under the bench, turns out he does have a collar, with a registration number but no personal tags
* No tail wags, no licks, no barks
* Actual saddest eyes
* Flinches at sudden movements, doesn't respond to praise

So, we know legally we should call Animal Services with the number on his tags and they'll get in touch with his people. But "legally" isn't the same as "ethically." So, waiting for mom to get home, see what she has to say...