Report came into the Humane Society shelter, of a missing dog, named Ripley, a black 3-legged chihuahua, belonging to an elderly couple. Second report came in of FOUND chihuahua, by local animal welfare cop.
Call went out to Harold and Winnie, we might have found your dog.
Shelter followed protocol, no promises, please come down and ID your dog.
Everybody gathers, expecting a happy, happy ending.
Until Harold said, “It’s the wrong leg missing. That’s not my dog.” Sadness. Then shock, as Winnie whacked him on the shoulder, enough to rock him.
“You forgetful old coot, you’re dyslexic.”