To say that there are no neighborhoods in the countryside is to show you are a fool. Everyone knew each other here and most locals kept track of their dogs. You might come to know the area dogs by watching them run in their yard as you drove by or hearing the incessant barking at squirrels. Some dogs were already known as runners, who didn’t have the good sense to avoid the road and always got tracked down through a series of phone calls, small farm to small farm.
In general, dogs found wandering around this part of the country were not locals. And certainly not a pretty little gal like Betty. The lady didn’t live here so she had no idea about the locals, but even she was sure this little beagle was out of place.
“Go ask Grandma and Grandpa if they’ve seen this dog before. Those neighbors right across the street have little kids and maybe this is their puppy.” The little girl ran in the house, yelling. Grandma said “no” even before she walked out, and Grandpa took one look and shook his head in a sad way, the kind of headshake that even a dog could see and know it meant shame on someone but didn’t say who.
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