In Over My Head

Peter and I went for a walk yesterday and came home with a lovely little dog. Rupert was wandering alone near the waterfront and happily joined us. We had to make a couple of telephone calls to track down his owner, volunteering to return the dog to its home. The lady came to pick him up, saying that the elderly Rupert was disturbed by extensive renovations going on at home so he chose to leave. She had no idea how he was getting out. When our doorbell rang, Rupert galloped over to the door with us, saw his owner and promptly indicated that he'd prefer to stay here a while. I don't think Rupert thought he was 'lost' - he was merely 'visiting'. Peter assured me that this is definitely not an abused pup...