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Lost Dog

I think my heart is too big.
Monday night after getting back from dinner a little dog - Jack Russell mix - comes running up to me.
I like dogs, so my first instinct is to pet it. I had a doggy bag in one hand, so I'm sure it was looking for some food.
I really didn't know what to do.
There are a couple of dogs in my neighborhood that run the streets, and I hate the heck out of the owners who let them do it, but I've never seen this dog before. The damn thing didn't even have a collar. I'm madder at the owner than anything else.
What to do, what to do?

I ask my wife what to do.
There are two important factors in this equation.
One - we have Great Dane. Two - with a baby on the way, I can't see trying to open my doors for another dog.
So I try to do the right thing. I'm not just going to let the little thing loose and see if he can survive. I take him for a ride around the block and ask if anyone had seen the dog before, or if they knew where it lived.
No Luck.
I'm thinking I'm screwed now.
I got to Wal-Mart and get all the "emergency" stuff you need for a stray and I sleep with it on the couch.
But the past two days my dog has been mopping around the house like I abandoned it.
Are they still dogs, or is my dog really depressed.
I put an ad in the paper and we'll see if anyone gives me a call.
I sure don't want to hang onto a dog when there's a little girl crying her eyes out at night because her dog ran away.

Posted by Clayton Hein at 9:58 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)