So, as I did Sunday and Monday, I had the little dog follow me down to the Post Office while I checked our boxes, sort of to see if he had a clue about where he was supposed to be, bu also for another reason. The second reason must have been the right one, because it worked today. I was walking down to the Post Office, the little dog following happily along behind me, at the right time. That is, everyone in town gets their mail via PO Box, and most of them show up at the same time of day, between about 11:30 and 12:30. As luck would have it, I was approaching the Post Office and a guy at the other end of the parking lot yells out to me “That’s my dog!”
So I walk over to meet him and he wants to know where I found him and explains that the dog gets out a lot, then picks him up and walks off saying something about good timing. I take the flyer I’d put up in the Post Office down, check the mail and return home. No problem. No more dog.