Not sure how it happened.
The wind? Creating pressure.
A door not completely latched closed?
A ghost playing a prank?

An open door.
Another dog walking past.
“You are a stranger and don’t belong here”
Instinct takes over thought.
And he is running blind.
Out the door.
Down the block.

then stops.

How did I get here?
Why did no one stop me?

What do I now?

Sits to think.
Still eyeing the stranger.

By then the alarm has been raised.

Hey, Where’s the dog?
Is he with you?
Who left the door open?
“Pidge,Pidge,Comeback, boy”

He is too far away to recall.

They find him.
A block and a half away.
Hackles slightly raised.
Still staring at the other dog.
But mostly a little disoriented.
And thankful someone came and got him 
before he could get lost.

At night he sometimes howls in his sleep.
He dreams of runnng with wolves.

But really this belonging isn’t so bad.

Meals, shared plates,a warm bed, lots of pets.
Worth the worry and watching.