I just got back from nice bike ride around Provo. I rode straight west from my house over to my little brother's place. The lights were out so I figured he must be asleep. I rode back on Center all the way down to the city building and then back to my house.

Over by the city building, I noticed a small dog wandering around in the middle of the street. I slowed down and rode up closer to see if I could spot some tags. Sure enough, the dog had some tags, so I whistled to the dog and snapped my fingers until it came over to me. Her name was Poppie. I called the owner, who surely would be interested in knowing her dog was in the middle of the street wandering around.

The dog was pretty mangy, I figured it must have been lost for a while so the owner would be happy to hear from me. She was also a bit skittish - like a dog that gets abused and it afraid of people.

A lady picked up and said "Hello." I told her I had found her dog. She said "Oh are you over by the city building? Sometimes she just wanders around but she always comes home."

"Oh, okay," I said, "but she was wandering in the middle of center street."

"Oh that's too bad, " the lady said "but I'm in bed and everything, just let her go and she'll find her way home."

I hung up and let the dog go, who continued to stand there in the middle of the road and watch me ride away.

I don't own a dog, but I can't say that if I did have a dog, I would be comfortable with it wandering around in the middle of the street late at night. But that's just me.