I've known for several years now that the neighbors three doors down have a dog. I hear it bark. I hear it scramble around the deck. But I've never seen it until this evening when it escaped. He's a beautiul Golden Retriever. And friendly. He ran straight to Champ and me. He smelled Champ's butt. Champ smelled his. They must of liked what they smelled. Then the Mister came and dragged him back home.
Me: That's the first time I've seen your dog.
Him:
Why would anyone own a dog, particularly such a large one, yet never, ever take it for a walk? Champ and I walk several times a day and we know every dog within barking distance. TJ, Guapo, Molly, Zack, Leo, Bob, Happy, the little yip dog at the other end of the street, the other Champ (he's a fearless dauchshund). Yet we've never seen this one.
