Welcome Monday. We haven't had an animal story for awhile, so I know you're just waiting for one. If not, you may stop reading here. You've met my cats many times.
But now, quite by surprise, I'm fostering a dog.
His is a sad story. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed this stray dog down by my gate. I was pretty sure I knew how he got there, but tried to ignore him, hoping he'd go away. No such luck. For three days he stayed by the gate, waiting for his family to come back for him. Finally, I had to feed him. Couldn't let him starve. He loved cat food. That was all I had. And, he followed me back to the house. So, I put him in the yard and have been debating ever since what to do with him. Oh, after a couple of days I did buy some dog food. He really didn't care.
Anyhow, he has never bothered the cats, but I kept them in the house, just in case. And I decided to call the humane society and have them pick him up. They don't pick up and I had no way to take him to the shelter. He's a young dog but weighs almost as much as me, I imagine. So I thought I'd call our city shelter, but then, he looked at me with those sad, sad eyes. His tail wagged back and forth faster than windshield wipers. So, yes, he's still with me. I'm trying to teach him to sit because he jumps on me when I go outside. I still may call someone to come get him. Undecided.
Patches is traumatized. Tiger is cool. But the dog doesn't like my son's dog, which could be a problem.
I'm asking for God's guidance, because I know what happens to a majority of animals taken to the shelters. The lucky ones are adopted. The others...
Anyhow, he's eating like a horse, my grocery budget is overdrawn, and he keeps looking at me with those sad, sad eyes.
Have a happy week!