So. Bear ran away. A few days ago. He's back now, it's all good. We're good.

And this is my email to one of my friends, because it makes much more sense than anything I tried writing. Edited for... a lot of things:

I'd been walking with my dad for like... 15-30-40 minutes before I gave in and decided to admit that I would die if I went any further. So we went back to the house, blah blah I changed my clothes, and then we called my mom (who was driving around) so she came and picked us up and just as we were driving out of the street, we see a guy with a black dog.

So, right in front of our street are some houses. And that guy was standing on the sidewalk. With a black dog.

So I was like, "Is that Bear? I think that's Bear. Is it Bear?"

IT WAS.

So mom had a mini seizure where she waved down the guy and yelled over to him, across a busy street, and asked if it was a stray dog.

He looked so relieved I can't even put it into words.

He said yes and he waved us down so we crossed the street (in our car don't forget) and drove into the driveway.

It was so totally Bear. So I do what I do, and started sobbing like a baby.

And sunscreen just killed me ugh it hurts.

And mom is bawling. Not a big surprise.

Dad is totally cool.

So we all get out of the car (I stay in for a while because my eyes burn too much) and we all freak out (except dad who is still totally cool, albeit a little excited). And there's a blonde woman with a braid and her name is Theresa and her husband (I suppose) whose name I did not catch and we all hugged everyone.

Except Dad who is still totally cool. He patted the guy on the back. I think. Maybe.

And the lady, Theresa, was crying like "thank you thank you!"

It's like, lady why are you thanking us we're thanking you.

They have five dogs, counting a cat who thinks she's a dog, apparently, and they put all of them upstairs and took Bear into their basement. They gave him water and food and they pampered him and they were so nice. She said she sat down on the floor to talk to him and he laid on her lap. He thinks he's a lap dog. So she was adamant about finding his owners.

He doesn't wear a collar and he isn't microchipped.

Not an easy feat, right there.

She said she had already drawn up three posters listing his attributes and she had called tons of people and she put him online (where? i do not know) and she was just so ohmygod nice.

And she was crying.

Did I mention.

I did mention.

Dad took Oliver to the vet and left the gate unlocked so Bear got out to follow him. No seriously. He was going the way we go whenever we get in the car, which is straight and then right.

OH WAIT.

Did I mention the guy stopped traffic at 5:30 so that he could get Bear across the road?
Because that is seriously heroic of him.

I have no idea how we'll thank them yet.

And that is the decidedly unexciting recap.