Today I helped a lost doggo get back to his owner.
I was getting the mail, when out of nowhere this black Staffordshire Terrier comes up to me. Didn't recognize him from the neighborhood. No collar or leash. No one else around. Bit later an older couple passed by. Asked if he was their dog. Said no, but they'd seen him around earlier. Put a spare leash on him to stop him wandering off, while the gf called the cops to report him. Turns out he'd been reported missing, so they informed the owner. Gave dog a bowl of water in meanwhile. Like an hour later they came to pick him up. Turns out they were from halfway across town, dog had been off on his own since this morning. Had been looking, but in wrong direction. Anyway, dog happy, owner happy, me feel good.