Rescue Heroes!

We took a long bike ride yesterday to find a hidden geocache, but after taking a leisurely pedal around the Narrabeen Lake we found the cache site too crowded with swimmers to safely access. We decided to take a break in the shade of a palm tree that bordered the local RV park (known as “Caravan Parks” in this part of the world) and sat looking at a little restaurant across the road. A small brown dog came around the corner, looked in at the door of the café, and then began sniffing at the gates across the driveways of two adjacent residences. I remarked to Jayne that I was sure the pooch was going to get into trouble, and sure enough, he tried to cross the busy street after failing to get inside the gated driveways. Several cars had to break for the confused little fellow, and when he got to our side of the street he eagerly sniffed at a pedestrian on the sidewalk as if looking for a friend. We had seen enough. Jayne called the dog over and when we had our hands on him we examined his collar. It turned out “he” was a “she” by the name of Laura, and her owner’s phone number was engraved on the identification disk. Fortunately we had our cell phone and were able to call Laura’s owner, who came down to the restaurant straightaway to take her wayward baby home. It was a very satisfying episode, but it made me a little lonesome for Willie, our Westy terrier back in Bozeman.