Welcome to my zoo!
If you don't like dogs, stop reading now, because today's story is about the dog that adopted me. I still do not have a name for him. Looking for the perfect one. It does appear that he will be staying with me for ... who knows how long. No one has claimed him, and I cannot turn him over to the Humane Society or other places that will most likely put him to sleep after a certain length of time. Nope, can't let that happen. He is entertaining. You may not think this is funny, but I'm going to tell you anyhow.
Okay, I have to keep him outside, even on the days like today when the temperature is below freezing. Wait before you condemn me for cruelty. I tried to let him stay in the house at least at night. Now this is a big dog. Part German Shepherd and similar to the dogs above, except his ears are floppy and he was a disaster in the house. My coat was lying on a chair and sometimes during the night he chewed all the buttons off and swallowed them, I guess, because I never found them. He did other things that I shall not mention, but I knew then that he was not a house dog.
He has a doghouse, of sorts, that I put a blanket, towels and bath mat in to keep him warm and dry. This house is a round white tube that someone is giving to the animal shelters for free. So I got one. The dog loves it. He sleeps in it at night. And naps during the day. He is young, maybe around 1 or 2 years old, and he loves to play, so what does he do with the blanket and towels?
Yes, he drags them out of the doghouse, carries them to the yard, which is fenced so he can't run wild, and lays on them in the yard. He also loves to carry the towels or bath mat around the yard trying to get me to chase him. Now that's a sight you don't want to miss. Anyhow, two or three times a day I put everything back in the doghouse so he has a warm place to sleep. I guess I am playing his little game.
Aren't I a cute one. Please play ball with me.
Mm! Maybe I'll write his story some day.