Sherlock the Shitsu
A few hours of Zoe's and my Christmas Day were spent rescuing a Shitsu named Sherlock who had somehow escaped from the care of his owner. We found him crossing the busy main road that runs through Llandaff North, and Zoe, who has a running history of dog-rescue immediately wooed him with a combination of stroking and dog-talk.
We couldn't care for him in our home because of Oscar and his territorial nature, so put him in our garden while we tried to locate the owners, who, it seems, had gone out for the afternoon. Then we called the police and were told that we should go to the police station, get a form, and then drop him off at the local Dog Pound (which, we were assured, was open).
Zoe and I drove to the police station, collected the form and drove down to the shelter only to find it closed. We drove back hopelessly pondering our options (Drop him off at the park/police station/local pub?) By the time we got back and contacted the police it turned out that Sherlock's owners had also contacted them and we were given an address (2 minutes walk from our house) where they could be found...