DEAR ABBY: Four weeks ago, our dog, George, mysteriously disappeared. He was wearing a collar with our telephone number on it. Last week a woman named Diane called, saying, "I have your dog." I was so relieved I could hardly talk.
I described George - a red retriever with a white star on his chest and a black mark on his tongue. Diane said she'd call me back as her boyfriend has become very attached to the dog and doesn't want to give him up.Abby, we found that dog three years ago - a homeless, injured animal. We gladly spent $500 to make him the healthy, happy dog he is today. We are heartbroken to know that he is out there somewhere and we may never see him again.
Maybe you can help us by publishing this letter. I keep waiting for Diane to call and say her boyfriend is willing to return George to us. - HEARTBROKEN IN LAS VEGAS
DEAR HEARTBROKEN: It was very kind of Diane to call and let you know that your dog is alive and well. When a pet disappears, its owners are haunted by the thought that it might have been hit by a car and died a horrible death alone and in a ditch somewhere. I pray that George is returned to you soon.
DEAR ABBY: After I read the letter from the grandmother who was so thankful to her mother for the time and patience she spent teaching her how to sew, I had to write to you with my story.
At the age of 15, I spent the summer with my grandparents in Pittsburgh. Being from a small city in North Carolina, I found myself with very little to do.
My wise grandmother realized that I needed to meet people my age, and since my 16th birthday was coming up in August, she made a deal with me. If I would complete a six-week course in typing for teenagers at a local junior college, she would buy me a new typewriter as my present.
Thirty years later, I still cherish my typing skill. Furthermore, the typewriter that she bought for me in 1962 has been my companion through high school, college and in the business world.
If this letter inspires any parent or grandparent to make the same offer that my grandmother made to me, I guarantee the rewards will last a lifetime. - JACK STEVENSON JR., WINSTON-SALEM, N.C.
DEAR JACK: Your letter took me back to my junior high school days when my parents bought a sturdy rebuilt L.C. Smith typewriter for my twin sister and me. I'm sure that she will agree that the typewriter was one of the finest gifts we have ever received.
DEAR ABBY: There are two and sometimes three very fine ladies who exercise by walking briskly past our home every morning between 5:30 and 6 o'clock. They are to be commended for this healthful activity. However, these ladies talk quite loudly as they walk, and their voices carry through the open windows of our bedroom, waking us up long before our alarm goes off.
We know they do not do this intentionally - they just don't realize how far their voices carry when they are huffing and puffing.
If these ladies are unable to exercise later in the day or evening (as I do), I think they should keep their voices down when passing the homes of people who are trying to sleep. I read you in The Wilkes-Barre Times Leader. Please sign me - LIGHT SLEEPER IN PLAINS TOWNSHIP, PA.
DEAR LIGHT SLEEPER: Here's your letter. Your request is reasonable. Please write again and let me know if the noise level diminishes after this hits print.
P.S. The same can be said for neighbors who loudly call "Goodnight" as their guests depart at 2 a.m.
C) 1989 Universal Press Syndicate