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Radio is home!

Yay! Radio found his person. As it turned out, the number on his collar was not a license number at all. Instead, it was a phone number. Are we boneheads or what. I called left a message, then headed to the shelter. While I was checking Radio in and being promised that they would do everything they could to find his owner or find him a home, his owner came to get him. He seemed like a pretty nice guy and said he'd been looking for him for days. Radio looked like he'd been out longer than that, but he was a big beat up. The guy does use him for hunting, but said he did not tangle with a pig. It was a pack of wild dogs! They roam the forest in the area. They also injured another of his dogs. Sheesh! What a place. Anywho, he seemed OK and Radio (I think the guy said his real name was Tapi) seemed glad to see him and comfortable getting right into his truck. Good luck, Radio.
The truth is, I could never work at the Humane Society. I simply do not have the emotional fortitude for that. While I was there, a woman with her very sick cat came in to have it euthanized. She was crying. It was all I could do not cry, too. Shoots. I was having trouble saying goodbye to Radio, who was only at our house for two days and whom I tried my best not to get to attached. I am a total whimp.
I have considered volunteering at the local no-kill shelter, Rainbow Friends. They need help walking dogs, petting kitties and scooping poop, among other chores. I think I could do that a couple of hours every week.
the weather was spectacular today. We had strong Kona winds. Those are winds from the West, the opposite of Trade winds. Sometimes, Kona winds result in vog. Not today. I guess when the wind blows hard enough, in either direction, it clears the air.
A hui hou. Aloha!

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