Who Let the Dogs Out?

Just what I need, a new lovable lug

Over the past 2 months I’ve had as many as 8 dogs living at my house. I have 3, and Tina has been visiting with anywhere from 3 to 5 of hers. In between Deb visited with her dog. There’s been the occasional kerfuffle, but mostly it’s been awesome.

Nonetheless, when Tina left with her pack yesterday, it was a bit of a relief to be back down to just my 3.

This morning at 6am, my pack started barking. A lot. I assumed at first it was some critter crossing the fence that’s withing view of my bedroom windows, but  quickly ruled that out. By 6:15 I was wide awake, got up, and let them out. They immediately ran to the back of my house and resumed their rather frantic barking. It was still dark out, so in the interest of not totally pissing off my neighbors, I went outside to calm them down.

I saw a large creature across the street. I could only see his eyes and a vague outline of his body. I was pretty sure it was a dog, although it seemed big enough to be something else, but nothing else realistic came to mind.

Once he saw me petting my own pooches, he trotted across the street and introduced himself.

The loveable lug gets *way* too comfortable

This was one big dog. I’d guess 90-100 lbs. All black, obviously a lab mix, but a mix with what I didn’t know. Rottweiler? Newfoundland? Maybe just a huge lab? He had some purple on his tongue, so there was certainly some Chow in the mix.

Anyway, my pooches loved him, and he loved them. They played for hours. I posted info about him on several lost-pet sites, tweeted about him, and sent info to the neighborhood mailing list, to no avail.

I had to leave around 11. I got home as early as I could, around 3:45, by which time he was gone. I hope he found his way home.

I’m not at all sad he wasn’t here when I got home. NOT AT ALL. Nope, not one bit. Not even a little.

Maybe he’ll show up again tomorrow…