Man on Bicycle

This morning on my downtown walk a 25 year old man asked to meet my dog. "Sure," I said. "His name is Romeo. We rescued him two years ago."
The man was on bicycle.
"I need a dog," he said.
"I know a man who has a dog he needs to find a home for. He's elderly and in a wheelchair but the dog is a puppy. It's a beagle."
"Beagles are the dogs I grew up with," he said.
I took out my notepad and pen and wrote down the name of the dog owner and directions to his apartment building. I couldn't believe it.
"It's meant to be," he said, smiling as he jumped back on his bike.