Ash would tell me she was just going to lie on the doormat in the sun ... but then she would go walkabout. After a few hundred yards, she would walk up to the first person she saw and grin at him, “You love dogs, right?” and they would read her tag and phone. “I have your greyhound near (address),” and we’d go get her. It was a game.
LOL! Such funny dogs. :)