Last week while I was studying at our kitchen table with our front door open (there's a glass door that stays closed), I looked up and saw this girl standing there looking right at me:
Who are you?!
Before I went outside to investigate, she had found a cozy spot on our porch and made herself at home. She took a long nap while I tried to figure out what to do with her. She had a leash and a collar, but no tags - and the leash looked like it had ripped off of somewhere it had been tied to, like she had bitten through it to get free or something.
And poor thing had fleas... and couldn't quit scratching. :(
Now, I'm not really a dog person. I like some dogs, but I don't like picturing them being under my feet in the kitchen, or shedding their hair on our furniture and in our bedroom. No thanks. And if they lick me, we just can't be friends. Keebler (my parents' dog) is pretty much the one exception because he's so well trained and not needy. :)
But then she came along! She followed me all around the porch while I tried to figure out what to do. Finally, our neighbor took her over to another neighbor a few yards away who we think owns her (they take in lots of strays) and it made me happy for her, and sad for us that we wouldn't get to enjoy a little outdoor friend.
Oh well. It was fun pretending to have a pet dog for all of about 2 hours.