So Elder Bingham and I went on Exchanges and when we were walking back to his place this dog followed us home. we left it outside and hoped that it would eventually go home. two hours later we had to go up to another missionaries appartment (Elder Bingham lives with a couple sets of missionaries in an appartment complex) when we stepped out of the appartment the dog was sitting right there on our front porch. He must have really loved us. Eventually some crazy dog lady came and got him and took him to her place and called the police to find out who's dog it was. Thatcher is such a small town that people tend to just let their dogs wander the streets. we run into them all the time but none have ever followed us home before.
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