The gods threw a dog at me.
There I was, just going for an early
morning stroll, and a dog crossed my path. He was panting like he'd run
a marathon and was limping pretty bad. He started following me. I
told him to stay, but he just kept following. Even when I walked fast
to put a lot of distance, he still kept following. He followed me home.
What could else could I do but let him in? And, for now, it seems I'm stuck with a dog.
an enormous, old black labrador, about 118 pounds. Quite friendly,
obviously. He's in the back yard right now. My house just isn't set up
to house a huge animal. I took him to the vet to get him checked out.
They just said he's old and arthritic, and they gave me some dog
aspirin. Hm. I put messages on craigslist, the newspaper, animal
control, care, and the humane society. I dunno what else to do but put
up notices on phone poles.
I'm all hairy and.. and doggy.