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The Trickle - Borrowed Dog

February 16, 2010 - Brian Ferry

Take, take me home

I like dogs. I don't really want them following me home, however. For one, my kids are a little nervous around dogs. For another, I don't want to feel guilty for not bringing the dog inside and feeding it. And, I'd rather the dog's family not have to worry about the whereabouts of the dog. This morning, a very friendly black Lab, no collar, followed me all the way down the street. I think it was a she, I'll go with that. She responded well to 'down' when I decided I didn't want Lab prints on my work shirt. She was pleasant company, very curious, wandering onto people's porches. (I made a point of talking to her about how she should go home, wherever that is, so that any listening neighbor wouldn't give me a hard time for letting my dog on their porch.) When I got back to the house, she investigated the cat. The cat got the better of that meeting, though the psychological scarring of the cat will probably last longer than any claw-induced scarring on the dog. She 'helped' me clear the snow off my car. Helped me by keeping me entertained. I brushed the snow at her. (She started it. She buried her face in a pile of snow at the edge of the sidewalk.) She ran off a little when I started the car. I liked that, good reaction. Then she lost interest in me and went to check on my neighbor's dog pen. I called the Humane Society to see if anyone had reported a lost dog in my neighborhood. No dice.


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