“He’s a Boxer, chocolate, with white spots, about this big, and wearing a red harness,” the man says, gesturing with his hands. “Haven’t seen him since Wednesday.”
The shelter worker sympathizes, but there are no dogs fitting that description here. “Where did he get lost?” she asks, starting to fill out a “lost dog” report.
“Well, every day I keep him out on a chain, and when I get home in the evening I let him off, and he just has the run of the neighborhood, you know? He always comes back. Everybody knows him. So anyway, on Wednesday I get home, and I let him off, and off he goes as usual, right? Except this time he didn’t come back. And he didn’t come back Thursday, and he didn’t come back Friday. I just don’t know what could have happened.”
“How old is he?” asks the worker.
“About a year.”