Day 2,863 —Lost Dog— with my PICTURE of a LARGE FLOWER #648

A dog ran towards me, so I turned around to face him. I put out my hand, and he nuzzled, so I pet the dog for a moment and looked around to see if I could spot his owner. 

I was next to a cemetery by a pond. There was a big house at the top of the hill. I looked at the dog’s leash, thinking I might be able to call the owner. The tag was silver, and it was completely smooth and had no information on it. I checked a couple of times. No information, completely smooth.     

As I stood there thinking about what I could do if anything, the dog ran away.