As I sat on the side of road, dueling mid-air and practicing my imagination on a safari, something caught my seventh sense.Pomeranians across from the side of the street, pets of the owners of the house, began barking. Now, don't get me wrong. They are always barking. But this time, I noticed something wrong.
There, underneath the balcony from whence the the dogs would yap, was another small dog! Quickly identifying it under the category of "lost" I hurried over. Quickly at first so it would not get away, but as I neared, I slowed so as not to scare it off. Using lulling words such as "Here, puppy, here, puppy. Good puppy , Good!" And so forth, I drew it closer. I let it sniff my hand. Then, with lightning quick reflexes, I knelt down and snatched at it's collar. At this, the dog went wild. Biting and scratching, Writhing and thrashing. I have some nasty cuts even now.
But, amazingly, my instincts did not let that dog go. Then, when I thought it had calmed down, I slowly started talking in a soft voice again, "Shhh, shhh, It's OK. Shhhh." At this, too soon did I attempt to stick my fingers under his collar. My mistake. Once again, the dog nipped, but I held fast, and did not let go of him.
While I began to calm him down, I called over two fellow pre-eenies. (Students in training to become agents) They helped me calm him. The male stayed with me while I sent the female to fetch one of the more-experienced members.
Still slowly I talked to the subject. "It's Ok. It's OK." The more experienced member was fetched. Slowly, she talked me through what I do next. I almost never defile a higher-ranked members orders. She told me to stay there and get the tag number. I had previously learned this dog did not enjoy having anyone touch it's neck, and once I had tried again to get my fingers under it's long hair, it's breathing icreased rapidly.
I then, slowly commanded the female pre-eenie to take the tag. Being as un experienced as she is, she demanded she was too scared. Her name was Pinnula. Well, atleast that is what she is signed up to become when she is an agent.
I ended up being able to turn it over. It read:
Rex
801- ***-****
That was all I saw.
Our experienced member called the number and left a message. She offered HeadQuarters to keep him there for only a night. It was then, that as I was calming Rex down that I noticed the address on his tag. By that we were able to locate the owners. "Donna" Then called. She told us what her vehicle looked like. We met up in the middle of the street and exchanged thank you's and dogs.
End of story. Mission accomplished.
Mystagogue Over and Out
