So I was out on my own perusing the fine shrubbery and fire hydrants of Arbutus, and before you know it, I found myself in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
According to the heart-shaped tag around my neck, my name may be Herman, although I always wanted to be called Spike. Not that anyone ever asked.
At the moment I am safe at the home of Nikki Marlatt-Young, who is a nice lady and all, but I have the vague sense that I belong somewhere else.
Look, I've had my adventure, and I'm ready to go home. All I need is somebody to tell me where I belong.
If you know me, call email or text Arbutus Patch editor Bruce Goldfarb at 410-404-9380 or email@example.com.
We'll get some Milk Bones and laugh about this one day.