By Georgia Osten
I guess it’s been 3 weeks ago. I was on my over to Galveston for an appointment at UTMB. Waiting in the ferry line, I noticed a big black and white shaggy dog wandering around the ferry lines. I seem to remember we were under the threat of another downpour. Or maybe we were in the midst of a threatening hurricane, Beryl probably. I feared for the dog, figuring he was probably lost and scared. So, I posted something on Facebook “lost dog, black and white, at the ferry.”
On my way home, there he was, farther east on 87, a car had pulled over and was trying to get him to come to the car. He wasn’t having anything to do with them, I pulled around the situation and headed back to work.
I’m trying to ween myself from Facebook, but I keep getting drawn in and anyway, there on FB, I started seeing more posts about this lost dog. My friend, Leanne began following his whereabouts. She found out, through other contacts, that the dog had gone into The Biscayne and stayed for a couple of nights. She had her Biscayne contacts watching him and trying to give him food…