I went to visit someone who lives pretty far out in the bush. On my way home, on a dirt logging road, I came across a lost dog. He ran toward my truck, anxious and distraught. He had a collar on with a tag, but it wasn’t in English. I took a picture of it in Google Lens to translate it. The dog’s name was Mikos, but the address was in Athens, Greece. The phone number was a local without the country code. I look up Greece (+30) and dial the number.
-- Yes?
-- Hi, my name is Keith and I am calling from Canada. I have a lost dog here with your phone number on his collar.
-- Mikos! You found Mikos?!
-- Yes.
-- Oh thank heavens!
-- Is there someone here I can return him to?
-- No. We were there on holiday a week ago when Mikos jumped out of the car to chase something and we never saw him again. We returned home without our dog. I can’t tell you how horrible and guilty we feel for abandoning him. But you found Mikos!
-- How can I get him back to you?
-- Can you bring him to Athens? We will pay for your airfare.
-- No, that’s not possible.
-- Then I will come get him. Let us make arrangements for this right now.
And we did. It was very gratifying to hear that she would go to the time, trouble and expense to retrieve her dog. Love is love, eh.
