SACRAMENTO, Calif., USA - This morning's walk was interrupted before it even began when we found a pooch, wide-awake, camped out on our front lawn.
At first, the dog was very skittish - she jumped up when Admiral Fox approached and looked like she was going to bolt. But after a handful of dog treats thrown in her direction, and a few motherly mutterings by the Admiral, she calmed down.
And right now she is sleeping at my feet inside the house, having eaten enough dog treats and chicken strips to fill the belly of a dog twice her size. She has also made herself completely at home by taking a world-class dump in the middle of the backyard.
Admiral makes a new friend
We sprang into action when we found her at 7 a.m. and within an hour we had a notice (and photo) posted on Craig's List, as well as posters with a photo of the dog posted all around the neighborhood. Unfortunately on many of the light poles where I posted my signs there were lots of other notices for lost dogs and cats, too, sprinkled with those ubiquitous yard sale signs.
And so the burning question is what-the-hell-to-do with this pooch?
She's not flying to New York with us Monday at 6:35 a.m.. (And whether she is a she or a he has not been determined.)
But at the same time, while taking her to the dog pound (ok, Animal Shelter) is an option, the likelihood she will be found by her real owners there - or adopted - is remote at best.
I hear the question: Yes, the dog has a collar; no, she is not sporting any tags.
This adventure will have to play out for the rest of the day and perhaps Sunday before it's resolved.
A lost python on the front lawn would have been a lot easier to deal with.
Do I look familiar?