I took home another escaped dog today. Little scruffy thing.
He had apparently been running around out the front of a block of flats for at least half an hour, according to one of the residents. Who was a middle eastern man who was very clearly not a dog person, but he had been standing outside in the cold and dark keeping an eye on this dog. Which I thought was really touching. He got quite worried when the dogs started doing zoomies, had no idea they were playing. He asked me to check the dog's collar - he didn't dare touch him apparently. When I called the number on the tag the first time, I heard someone say hello and then silence. The man from the flats seemed to think it meant they dumped the dog and didn't want him back. But one look at this dog told me that he was loved and well cared for.
So I took him home with me. Turned out I called the wrong number as it was very hard to read. The owner picked him up 5 minutes after I spoke to him. I was actually a bit disappointed that he came so quickly because Floyd was very cute indeed.