So, I’m walking my dogs behind the school and a Border Collie trots into the yard.
I watched my guys meet and greet the Collie, then go about their usual business of checking for crumbs under the benches.
After a few minutes, I noticed that a human being had not appeared. Oh no, I thought, not again.
As readers will attest, I am a Lost Dog Magnet.
However, this time, when I crouched down and called the Collie, she blithely glanced my way, and then glided smoothly in the opposite direction.
Well, excuse me.
I tried calling her in my highest voice tone, reminiscent of chipmunks.
She didn’t even look up.

Feeling a bit like day-old kibble – uninteresting, unappetizing and uninspiring – I took a different tact.
I ran away from her, figuring that would appeal to her herding instincts. This girl eyed me dubiously, and continued investigating a particularly fascinating shrub. Apparently, I’m not especially sheepish at 5:30 in the morning. Bovine maybe, but not sheepish.
And for my next trick…
I had to think fast, since the Collie was about to disappear into the woods.
I squatted and called my dogs to me.
There is power in numbers – and obedience training. My pups raced over to me, the errant visitor raised her head, and God bless her, joined them.
Happy ending – since she had both a rabies tag and a (legible) ID tag – I was able to reunite her with her owner.
Postscript: said owner assured me that the 9-year-old dog “never” left her yard.
Since there are no guarantees that I will find your dog, please, keep him fenced or on leash. My magnetic personality can only go so far.
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