Look at that dog! It's my brother's dog. He named it Aunt Jane after my crazy Aunt Jane that died a few years ago. I think mostly because if she knew a dog was named after her she would have had a fit. "You named a...You named a DOG after me?? No. You change that name now boy!"
Well him and his wife were at Wissahickon Park a few weeks ago and had Aunt Jane off of the leash. And Jane saw a deer and bolted after it. An hour passes and and they still can't find her. And they're freaking out so they call the police. The police show up and tell my sister-in-law to call the dog through the police megaphone. So she does.
"Aunt Jane! Come on Aunt Jane!. Come Here? AUNT JANE!! AUNT JANE COME HERE! AUNT JANE!!!!!"
Aunt Jane finally comes running out of the woods.
All I could picture was people in the woods hearing a woman yeling for their Aunt Jane. And waiting for various old ladies named Aunt Jane emerging from the woods. On walkers..... "What? Who's calling meeeeee?"