why do the stray doggies of the neighborhood always find me?
I am perplexed at how frequently I walk out my door and find a waggly tail at my feet. It has happened on several occasions since we’ve been living here in the quaint little Ridge Crest subdivision and each time I see twinkling eyes and a slobbery tongue looking up at me I instantly have a mental picture of that silly feather from Forrest Gump. huh? In just a few milliseconds I wonder if God is playing tricks on me. Why me, God? or whoever is playing games with me? So, each time I find a panting lost friend, I drop what I’m doing, look up and down the street to see that no one is outside, and proceed to go door to door until I’ve found Fido’s home.
Do I smell good to dogs? Is there something about my grass? Sometimes I wonder in my head if there’s word out on the “doggy street” that if you ever get lost “go to that lady’s house”….
anyway, yesterday when I was leaving the house I walked outside and there was a basset in my driveway. He was a little over weight, and gray in the face. He was wearing a collar but had no tag, and when I tried to approach him he shied away. So, I watched him dwaddle around in my front yard. I thought to myself, “well he is a basset, so perhaps his nose will take him home”… I felt bad for the fella’, and especially because NO ONE was out in their yards. The neighborhood was quiet. So, I thought it was unlikely that anyone was actually outside playing with him and he just wandered off. I kept my eye on him for a few minutes as I was loading my crew. I went inside to use the restroom and when I came back out he was gone.
Anyway, here’s hoping that the basset found his way home…. I’m thinking about you, little fella’.
