A very nice man from quite a few blocks away brought him home.
We had a great conversation with him - turns out Bob could have been his dog's twin. He just put his 10 year old black lab to sleep not long ago. When he walked outside and saw Bob walking in the area where his dog's kennel was, he did a double take. So did his teenage son and all the neighbors. He told us this story, and others about his beloved Jess, with tears in his eyes.
Bob still had his tags on (last time he got out, he had rubbed them off of his collar, and it cost me $35 to get him out of the pound). The man said he didn't want to call the pound, so he called the police, had them look up Bob's license which gave him our names. Then he used the old fashioned phone book to track us down.
As he left, and as I thanked him and apologized for the millionth time, the man told me he was glad Bob visited him today. It was the nudge he needed to go get his dog's ashes on Monday. He is going to spread them at the lake, where Jess was the happiest. He said he had been putting off doing that, but Bob made him realize it was time.
Today, at Wal-Mart, Jake spent $5 of his own money for a new tag for Bob. This one has his name, and our phone numbers, just in case he escapes again.
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