Lost and Found
One hot July morning at 6:30 I was awaken by the whimpering of our foster pup telling me he had to go potty. Sleepily, I dragged myself out of bed, took him out of the crate, and opened the patio sliding door to see a beautiful big, panting German Shepherd in the empty lot behind our home. With temperatures reaching up to 105 degrees that week, I quickly ran back inside to get him some water. He nervously, paced back and forth and despite all my efforts he refused to get near the water bowl and left. It occurred to me to look under lost and found in Craigslist; I noticed the dog was wearing a black collar and knew he had to belong to someone. I found a picture and a description of a lost German Shepherd wearing a black collar. It was now 6:42. Too early to call, but I thought to myself, if my dog were lost, I would want anyone to call me at any hour. I hesitantly called hoping the person wouldn't be too mad. A lady answered; I told her I just saw a dog describing her ad wander
