Strange little run this morning. First, I got out the door very late as we were up again much of the night with sick little ones. (My beautiful wife took most of the responsibility though, as usual). When I finally did get out the door, I didn't have much of a plan. After about a mile and a half, I stumbled across this lost little dog (clearly someone's pet) roaming the mean streets of Federal Heights. It had tags and I learned it's name was Roxy and lived at 1315 Second Ave (about 1/2 mile from where I was). Cute dog, a curious mix (to my untrained eye) of a Springer Spaniel and Dachshund. Getting him to follow me was tricky but kind of fun. I expected some 9 year old girl to burst into tears of joy that I had returned her dog. But it was just a dude, who looked like he was getting ready to go skiing, He did not burst into tears of joy. The dog seemed glad to be home, though. | 