An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of.
He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.
An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.
The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. This continued off and on for several weeks.
Curious I pinned a note to his collar: ‘I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.’
The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar:
‘He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3 – he’s trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?!
My sister Laura had a pet rabbit years ago, and my opinion towards it was that the nasty little savage was a prime candidate for the stewing pot. I’m gussing this history may have played somewhat on my indifference, but it didn’t last for too long, as three hours later and the poor creature was still out under the bushes.
With the help of another neighbour, I was able to make a grab for the frightened creature and have brought it upstairs where it can feel safe. It must be someone’s pet, as once it settled down, it was quite comfortable being handled and stroked. Also, it’s fur is clean and glossy.
My feeling is that perhaps while the fire department was evacuating all 150 residents from nearby homes in that fire yesterday, this little guy must have been left loose and unattended.
I’ll keep my eyes out for notices in the meanwhile.