Is that a Wolf in the Newman backyard?

So, it was a cold and rainy night when I sent Brad to the post office to mail a few packages for me. About 45 minutes after he left I got a call from him telling me he had a problem- a dog had followed him into the post office, had sat with him while he was mailing our stuff and now is trying to leave with him. He had called all the phone numbers on the tags (only a vet and S.L. County license- no owner tag) but couldn't find anyone to help him locate the owners. We decided we couldn't just leave him out in the rain on this cold, wet night so I told him to bring him home; we'd find his owners in the morning. So Brad comes him with this giant, gorgeous dog. We were able to get him settled into the garage and left the side door open so he could go out to use the grass as needed but about an hour after we finally crawled into bed he started to howl and cry. I felt so bad. He was so well-behaved and taken care of that I knew he had a family who loved him. The next morning I took the numbers off his tags with me to work and after lots of investigative work and dead-ends I finally located his owner. He's a 3-year-old male Siberian Husky named Dakota who was recently sold to another family and wasn't adjusting well to his new home. He had run away three times in one week. He was a really sweet dog and fun to have but only for one day.

This is just a classic example of the loving and caring nature of my sweet husband Brad. He is so gentle and kind with animals (including our children). I love you honey!