Tonight while driving to the bookstore, we passed an unattended dog on a narrow road. This always causes a moment of friction between me and Jim. Jim is sure the dog is where the dog belongs. I want to stop. We stopped. The dog was black, short furred, flop earred, not starving or unhealthy, about 24" high, with a good strong whip tail. Her muzzle was greying. Gentle. Usually I'm unsuccessful at catching the dog. This time it was easy, and I examined the tags on the collar. Tuffy, with an address on the street we were on.
There was a sort of barn or garage with 2 street numbers marked on it so it took some confusion to realize that we were in front of the correct house. Also, the door seemed to be facing the back, not the street, so I had to wander through strangers' back yards or driveways to knock. I'm from Miami where this is not done, not if you don't want to get killed. Here in New England, I feel safe and bold. I had Tuffy's collar so I asked Jim to knock. He gets shy so he took the collar while I knocked. He got shier so he let go of the collar. Tuffy allowed herself to be caught again so I did the knocking. Jim hid in the car.
No one answered at the first building so I explored for the second. The second was invariably correct as Tuffy's likeness was on a sort of decoration on the door, and the welcome mat was a rough pawprint. I didn't want to get too nosy, but I could see in the window, and the door went into a furnished porch sort of area. I knocked. I rang. Nothing.
Getting bold to the point of ballsy, I tried the door. It was unlocked. I freaked. I asked Jim what to do. He again assured me that Tuffy was where Tuffy was supposed to be, that I should let go of the collar, and that we should continue on our way. I countered with how he'd feel if we came home that way and saw Tuffy's lifeless body on the side of the road. I tried the door again, pushed Tuffy inside, and made a quick getaway.
I hope I did the right thing.
Lia,I am sure you did all that you could do and then some, when you found Tuffy near a road and took the time to return him to his home. The way you describe things at Tuffy's home it sounds like he is an adored dog. Who knows how he got out by the road? I will bet whoever he belongs to is wondering how he got into the house? Let's hope Tuffy isn't Tuffy because he can chew up cast iron and steel.

Speaking of Tuffy, you be one tuff chick to go through what you did to get him home. You sure enough have lived in Miami. If I am traveling down the road with another at the wheel and a dog is loitering, near the road, looking scrawny, or no tags, usually results in whip lash for me, as they step on the gas to avoid said dog as I am yelling stop, go back, did you see that dog?
Your husband was very tuff as well.
Good job, you never know, Tuffy could have ended up lying in the road on the return trip and that would have been heartbreaking. Almost as bad, Tuffy could not have had any tags and ended up at your house trying to make friends with Cubbe:)
Be Free..Judy
I hope I did the right thing. Lia

I think so. One day Doodle got out and we went after her, but we couldn't find her. It was the first time we couldn't find her and we were really upset. We came home and someone had put her in the enclosed porch. We never knew who did it, but we were really grateful.
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I tried the door again, pushed Tuffy inside, and made a quick
getaway. I hope I did the right thing.

If you did the wrong thing, then maybe the people that let Tuffy run in the road will get the idea that she doesnt' belong out there.
We've been down the road where I put Tuffy in an unlocked house 3x now since I wrote. No corpses by the side of the road. No angry people trying to figure out how their dog got in the house. It's looking more and more like, if I did do the wrong thing, I haven't been caught at it.
I've been wondering if perhaps Tuffy escaped a tie-out when she wasn't supposed to be in the house or if I got the house wrong. What if Tuffy was being taken care of by friends, escaped, found her way home, and has now been put in a house she can't get out of and is dying there? You see the sort of anguish I put myself through. (Then why was the door unlocked if her people were gone for an extended period?) Jim helps by thinking of even worse scenarios that lead him to the "leave well enough alone" conclusion.
Thanks for the votes of "you did the right thing" when I needed to hear them.
I hope I did the right thing.

I'm my neighborhood "rounder-upper" of dogs. Sometimes I bring them home with me, and call the owners. Sometimes I just take them home. Once, I saw I dog I knew roaming around. I snapped the leash on him and took him home. There was no one there, so I went around back, opened the gate and turned the dog loose in the back yard.
It was then that I noticed that there were two dogs in the yard, not one like there was supposed to be. Ooops. Wrong dog and wrong yard. So, I'm trotting him to my home when his owner sees me on the street. Whew! glad to get rid of that one.