On my long run this morning, a black lab came out of the darkness to run with me and my running partners. We swatted at him and pleaded for him to go home.
He didn't.
He ran all the way back to our starting point (about 5 miles away) and happily played in the rain. Before we left, I got him in my car and took him home with me.
Mili was less than pleased.
This afternoon, we went knocking on doors until we found the owners. I had been calling the pup Miles because he ran with us. His real name is Smoke -- and that is a way cooler name.
Now all is calm in Mili's world.
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