Long after Cliff and I had gone to bed, the oldest grandson in Odessa happened to see a post on a Facebook group: it was a picture of Iris, shared by someone who hoped to find her owner.
Iris had made her way three or four miles almost due south of here as the crow flies, had seen a house she liked the looks of, and proceeded to scratch on the door just like she does here at home. After a couple of hours, the guy let her in.
He told the grandson he had tried his best to find her owner's whereabouts by the plastic tag on her collar that has the information about the chip implanted beneath her skin, but he ended up talking to Iris' original owner, many miles from here who said, "That isn't my dog any more."
The people who took her in kept saying what a nice dog she was.
This morning when Arick brought Iris home, she was acting very peculiar, as though she expected to be punished. Arick said she acted strange when he picked her up, too, and also at his house once he got home. She really didn't get back to herself until mid-afternoon today. You can bet I will be extra vigilant from now on when the skies start looking stormy.
A nice little surprise, finding my lost dog by way of Facebook.