Ok, now I'll be Grape Ape and you be Beagley Beagle

I was out in the garage working out this morning and my neighbor came over so distraught she could hardly speak. It seems M.'s beagle had run off and she couldn't find him.

I asked her where he normally runs off to and she said, "Your house, that's why I am here," with the tears welling up in her eyes.

So off I go jogging around the immediate neighborhood calling his name. No luck. I decide to get on my pedal bike and check a wider search area.

Riding along slowly and calling his name out a girl steps out of her house and says, "Are you looking for a beagle? I tried getting him but he was so jumpy and antsy I couldn't get him and he ran off that way," point even farther away from his owners home.

Hopping on my bike and pedaling faster I round the corner and head up the hill to the park. Yelling his name I see him up the street turn and look at me. I call his name again and he runs to me. Kneeling I let him sniff me and lick my hand. Saying his name nicely I scoop him up and start to carry him back to his owner.

I hear her calling his name, the distress evident in her voice. Finally I am able to yell, "M. I have him!" I had found him about a 1/3 of a mile away so it was a fun walking holding this beagle in one arm and pushing my bike with the other and his little paws kept pushing my pants down. I eventually had to leave my bike so I could more easily carry him.

Finally she walks down to where I am and I set B. down and let him run to his owner, who had evidently been crying with joy at the news of his discovery (or rescue if I want to embellish).

First she loves him, then she scolds him, then she loves him again. Silly dog then almost immediately runs all over the place and seems like he will barely follow her and she has the hardest time getting him home. Poor thing.

All ended well, dog and owner reunited and safely back home. I'm glad I could be there to help.