"Can we keep him? Can we keep him? Can we keep him?"
Little Bit was jumping up and down. The him in question was jumping, too.
"We can't do that, " Jon said. "He already has a family who probably misses him. I'll go call the number."
"I'm not so sure Daddy's right," Little Bit whispered to me when Jon was out of earshot. "Maybe this doggie escaped from somewhere terrible."
"I don't think so," I said. "He has hearts on his collar. His owner must love him very much."
"Not as much as I do."
Later, as our fuzzy new friend was whisked away by a happy and relieved owner, Little Bit sat on the front porch steps and sighed.
"That doggy was lost and now he's found?"
"Yes," I said.
"But we lost him." She said. "It's weird how things like that can happen, isn't it?"
It certainly is.