The hardwalking staff had the oddest experience on our post-prandial promenade last night.
Strolling up Harvard Street, we encountered a five-block stretch between Brookline Village and Coolidge Corner that contained dozens of flyers seeking information about local author Dennis Lehane’s lost dog Tessa on trees, lampposts, garbage cans, stop signs – you name it.
Representative sample (via the Associated Press, for dog’s sake):
(Lost Tessa’s Facebook page here.)
But – amazingly – on our walk back down Harvard Street just ten minutes later, almost all the flyers were gone.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!
More than a week after appealing to the public for help in finding his lost dog, Tessa — and offering a role in his next novel as a reward to the person who finds her — the author Dennis Lehane has not yet located his missing pet, but he has not given up hope.
“No dog since Lassie ever got this attention,” Mr. Lehane told The Associated Press. Noting that efforts to find Tessa have spawned an online campaign and even attracted the volunteered participation of a dog psychic in San Francisco, he added, “The flip side of the comedy is, who wouldn’t do this for their dog?”
Yeah – but who else would get this kind of press for it?
Rich Famous People’s Problems.