I saw a phone # on Moe’s tag, and though I could only leave a voice message on the #, I didn’t know what to do about Moe. I couldn’t sit in the middle of the field and wait with him indefinitely for a return call that might or might not come to pass. I also didn’t want for him to get hit and hurt on the road. Then it clicked: my little sports belt of my pants could function as a short, makeshift leash! I walked this strong, active 35-lb dog home with me. I was called just before arriving. The owners were out of town, and the neighbors were being dispatched to retrieve Moe.