In the normal run of business, the county animal shelter knows what to do about lost dogs.
Not this time. Because the dog isn't lost--it's the town he hails from that they can't seem to find.
On New Year's Day, a Pasadena man standing along the Rose Parade route spotted a young male mixed golden retriever trotting back and forth across crowded Colorado Boulevard, darting between floats and marching bands.
Concerned that the dog might get hurt, the man held him by his choke chain and his dirty red bandanna, and when the parade was over, checked with authorities to see who had reported a lost dog, an affectionate fellow who will sit and lie down on command.
Three weeks ago, no one figured it would be any problem. The bell-shaped metal tag on his collar read "Dog Tag 175, exp. 1982, Parksville." But, says Bruce Richards, the county's assistant director for animal care, none of the five Parksvilles they found in the United States had any record of male dog 175, when they bothered checking their records at all.