It was a warm summer evening in South Nashville. I had just finished my shift at StorPlace Self Storage. I went to get into my vehicle and there he was: a medium-sized tan and white dog sitting, panting, practically directly in front of me, just staring onto Old Hickory Blvd. I did not know where he came from, but I knew he didn’t belong here. StorPlace of Old Hickory Blvd. is adjacent to a huge intersection, nowhere near any houses. So I did the only thing I knew to do; take this dog home with me. Helping others doesn’t stop simply because you have clocked out for the day. He smelled like he was freshly bathed, and was super friendly. He was neutered, not malnourished, and even knew tricks! It was at that point that I knew this was someone’s baby. I scoured the Metro Nashville Animal Control page for any possible LOST dogs. I liked several local animal rescue pages on Facebook and posted his photo to each of them. I also posted a FOUND ad on Craigslist. I was willing to do anything to get him back to his owner. It was at that point I found a post on LostMyDoggie.com. A dog named Max had been missing for over two months from the same area. Max looked familiar in the face, but looked a bit younger than our pup. I then began comparing features of Max to features of our pup; we compared toenail color on each paw, where the ears fell in relation to his face, the unique white spot on his chest, the black and white pattern on his nose. If this wasn’t Max, it was likely his brother, they looked that much alike! I contacted the owner and gave them my personal contact information. Then it was time to play the waiting game. I waited all of the next day for a phone call. I thought the owner might think I was playing some cruel trick contacting them after two months. I’m sure they thought Max was long gone. Later that evening, I got a call from a strange number. It was a young girl who was skeptical at first. I told her I would send her all of the photos I have from different angles and see if this was her dog. After about five minutes I get a call from her, our pup is Max! She sends me some additional photos so I know she is who she says she is. Turns out, she had just left for an out-of-state college the day before. She assures me Max is a family dog and to bring him over to her Grandma’s house. A family member had let him out without a leash and he went missing. This was it, after two months he was finally going home! An enormous feeling of relief and joy came over me as I was getting Max into the car. The thought that just 24 hours before he was standing alone and confused in the middle of an unfamiliar place and now he is getting to go back to the place he calls home, nothing can compare to that. The drive to Max’s Grandmas house was longer than I anticipated. It was over 5 miles away from where I discovered him! I pulled up at the townhouse; Max’s Grandma was waiting for us. As she walked out of the screen door, Max was overjoyed! He practically broke the window trying to see her! We opened the car door and he went sprinting up to the screen door, and that was when I knew, I brought Max home. It was a blessing to be able to reunite that sweet boy with his family.