Luke Hensley of Nashville, Tennessee, was walking through the woods early one morning when he noticed something afoot.
"It was a foot," he said. "Poking out from beneath some really dense foliage."
Disconcerted, Hensley stopped in his tracks and took a moment to regroup. "I'd heard people talk about something being afoot, and it never seemed to work out well," he said. "I never knew exactly what they meant, and now I was in that very situation, myself. Life is wild."
Tempted to flee on foot, Hensley steeled himself to be brave, and to think creatively about his dilemma. He recalled that, while it was generally bad news to notice something afoot, he'd never heard about unfortunate mishaps arising from two feet. Cautiously, he peered under the shrubbery to determine if, perhaps, there was a second foot to be seen.
And indeed there was - and a third, and a fourth. Four feet altogether, by Hensley's count, all furry. Hensley put the pieces together: his neighbor's new puppy, Keaton, had gone missing two days prior. Hensley recognized Keaton's tapered snout, his floppy ears, and also his snore; lost in the forest, the young pup had apparently worn himself out with his wanderings.
No longer at a loss, Hensley now knew exactly what to do. After taking careful note of the location, he raced off to inform his neighbor, Stan Goodman, of Keaton's whereabouts. He knew better than to awaken Keaton himself.
"Let sleeping dogs lie," he said. "I'm no idiot."