We’d just finished loading the truck for the transfer station run when a big, friendly, middle-aged, short-haired light tan dog came wandering into the yard.<\/p>
She had a Sandwich license, but the Sandwich police didn’t have a record of her owner.<\/p>
Turns out, the dog’s name is Bill, and she belongs to a person working on a home improvement project one street over. He thought Bill could hear him whistle (wrong). I walked her over on Paula’s old leash.<\/p>
I did the transfer station while Ron did a leaf sweep in the back yard at Edgewater. We picked up supper at Lambert’s.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We’d just finished loading the truck for the transfer station run when a big, friendly, middle-aged, short-haired light tan dog came wandering into the yard.She had a Sandwich license, but the Sandwich police didn’t have a record of her owner.Turns … Continue reading