Happy Ending

And then this dog came and licked my arm where I sat on the beach, said Inge on the phone, and this dog and the other one were sooo cute and and I asked everybody on the beach if they knew who they belonged to.
And then the police came, said Inge, and they wanted to take the dogs away...
actually, she said "avay". Mrs. Inge is my Danish Lady Friend, newly settled into a big and wonderful house in a gated community close by. She still says "wegetables".
And then, she said, I cried and said that I would take the dogs and they are right here at my feet, playing. One is a boxer and the other.....
Wait A Minute....I cried
Just the other day a guy stopped by my house to ask if I had seen his missing dogs, one a boxer and the other a mix.
What, I asked, are the chances that a couple of dogs, a boxer and a mix, disappear on the same day in the same general area?. What ?
So I promised Mrs. Inge to find the guy--who had said that he lived at the bottom of my hill--and find out what was what.
I found the car and the guy and the description of the dogs he was looking for did indeed fit the dogs that Mrs Inge had picked up on the beach, amidst tears and threats from the local police.
I got a phone number for her to call.
I just called Mrs. Inge and the dogs are now, replete with new collars, bags of food and masses of inoculations--thanks to the generosity of Mrs Inge-- home at the bottom of the hill to go scavenging and having a good time in the hood.
Happy Ending.
Happy Easter.
Now if only somebody would take a couple of The Worthless Ones off my hands..