Our Pomeranian friend was back in our house again! I missed it again.
This morning, I'd left the back door open for Nova, while I used some spare moments this morning to do some research for the curriculum. Then, about 20 minutes ago, I went upstairs to my bedroom for two minutes when there was a pounding on my bedroom door.
It was Z. He was freaking out because, you guessed it, there was a Pomeranian in the house! He'd come all the way through our gate, through our sliding door (left cracked open) and almost to the kitchen.
"Well, just come on in, why don't you?!"
By the time I got downstairs, he'd left the house again. I went out front though and there he was...
With me out there, Z was a little less panicked, and he said, "Oh! I know where he lives ... that's Max."
I checked "Max's" tag, which were just verification of rabies shots up to date, but no owner name or number. He was very friendly. Clean. A different hairstyle than my parents' two Pomeranians, so it's kind of funny to me.
So I handed Max over to Z and had him walk him back home again. Apparently, Max has wanderlust and enjoys trotting around the neighborhood quite regularly. And on occasion, Mr. Curiosity comes into our homes.
I pray he doesn't find himself in big trouble some day with these tendencies of his!
Update: Z and H walked Max home together. The owner is an elderly man who can't walk well and he paid the boys $20!! for their bringing Max back. They were ecstatic!