Doowee's owner showed up.
Well, Doowee's owner's roommate. Scott got an email on Friday from said roommate saying Doowee's owner is a musician and at a gig on the east coast. I guess said roomie finally told the musician that his dog was missing, and was browbeaten into searching Craigslist for "found dog" listings, where she ran across ours.
Scott gave her an earful about updating microchip info, and took Doowee home. He lives just on the other side of the valley from us, about 3 blocks from where Scott found him. So I guess all's well that ends well, but I really miss that little dog. We found out he's fifteen years old, though; so I guess his musician owner guy would miss him too, if we hadn't found him.
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