Today I have to admit I smell like a dog. Granted I haven’t showered yet this morning but there is more to it than that. Was having my morning coffee in the kitchen. Window is open. I hear a dog whining. I go to the window to check it out and there is this husky type looking dog sitting outside looking right up at me. We made like immediate eye contact, sort of caught me by surprise.
Now we are talking a big dog and one that I don’t recognize. Is it friendly, I don’t know, will it bite I don’t know. I don’t really know how to describe this in anyway that will make sense but in that intial eye contact it was almost like I felt a bond of something???? The whining got to me, I wasn’t sure if it was lost or maybe even hurt. I had to go and check. Tail was wagging so I took that to be a good sign. Scratching and patting the head just brought on more vigorous tail wagging. I could see a collar and tags. I squatted down to see what was on the tags and that is when she went on the “attack”, not with teeth but with her tongue. She jumped up to start licking my face, now me being in the squatting position was a little off balance and she sent me flying into the wet grass, yes it is raining. Yup, right on my butt. This gave her the chance to give my face a real tongue licking. As it was raining she was obviously wet and this was also the moment she chose to give herself a good shake. Yup, I smell like a dog but will be changing that in just a few minutes, I need to finish that coffee before I hit the shower.
Oh, on her collar was a city license tag. I called the city and they attempted to call the owners, who are not home. Found out her name is Lizzie. She is obviously well cared for and good dog, just it seems she has decided to take off on an adventure. Have her penned in the back yard until the city gets a hold of the owners. Because of privacy issues they won’t tell me any of that sort of thing.
Now let’s face it this is no big deal. What I do find I suppose unusual about this all is that I have lived here for 4 years now. In that time this is the third time a lost dog has shown up whining on my door step. One was even scratching at the door and No, none of them lived here before with the previous owners of the house. Don’t understand it.
Off for my shower.