I don't know what it is about the neighborhood I live in, but we're always finding stray creatures. Yesterday's creature was a stray English Pointer dog. He was sniffing around, hunting down squirrels when we saw him. He still had his electric fence collar on, so he obviously busted out of somewhere.
I lured the dog over with a treat. Then I inspected his tag. It was a rabies tag. There was nothing about his name, or his owner. Of course the vet office was closed, so calling the vet didn't help.
"All right," I said. as I attached a leash. "Let's see if this creature can find his way home."
My kids, a couple of neighborhood kids, and I went over the river and through the woods to see if we could find this dog's home. After searching for an hour, and knocking on doors, it was apparent that we weren't going to find his home. Buster the dog was more interested in sniffing bushes and spotting squirrels.
So we brought him back home. It was getting dark, so we figured we hold onto him until the next day and then call the vet.
Well, Buster didn't want to stay outside. He wanted to come in. I think he saw Schultz and wanted to play. So Buster barked and pawed at the back sliding doors and whined.
"That dog isn't staying here," my husband said. "He needs to find his way home. Release him."
I wasn't so sure that was a good idea. But we released him.
The dog didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay right by my side. So there he was following me like a puppy as I took the garbage to the curb.
"You goofball," I said. "What am I going to do with you?"
Fortunately, my good hearted neighbor came to the rescue. "I'll keep him in my yard," he said.
Great. I don't know how that worked out for them, especially since they have a big old Husky. But hopefully Buster is home. I'll let you know when I find out.