A couple were walking down the road on the rural part of my route, looking for their lost dog. They said it had gotten away while still dragging a leash behind, so they were scared of the leash tangling on a tree or bush and trapping the dog. They gave me a description, and I promised to keep an eye out. Every day for a week I saw that couple, walking the roads, looking and calling for the dog. It was summer, and hot, so had the dog gotten tangled it was in danger of dying of thirst. On Friday I made a delivery to a customer and noticed a dog matching the description tied to his porch, with food and water and an old pillow to lie on. The customer said it had wandered onto his property a few days earlier dragging a leash. I knew where I had seen the couple searching earlier in the day, and deduced where I thought they would be at that time (which was not too far away) so I put the dog in the back and took off looking for them. I found them walking thecroad near where I thought they would be, looking and calling for their dog. I pulled up next to them, opened the bulkhead door, and their dog jumped out right in front of them. They cried. I cried. We hugged. It was awesome. It turned out that the dogs collar had gotten twisted on its neck, they had their phone # engraved on a brass plate riveted to the collar but the customer who found the dog didnt see it because the collar was on inside out and had no other tags on it. This was in the days before microchips, and before cell phones were commonplace, so it was truly miraculous that I was able to play a part in reuniting it with its owners who had spent a whole week hiking back roads in search of it.