We had a lost dog show up in
our barn this morning...again.
The last time this happened
was with a nice pit bull back before we had a phone. We posted a
picture in the post office with our not so easy to find address. A guy
showed up a few days later looking for his Dixie. She was a cutie.
I'm guessing this dog is
someone's hunting helper. He had a collar with what I assume is his
owner's name and phone number, but the number was disconnected.
Lucy seems to be taking it in
stride. We sometimes worry about her social skills around other dogs.
She works hard at keeping a small pack of wild dogs that roam our woods
from getting too close, but clearly this guy is different. If I didn't
know any better I'd think Lucy might be a little sweet on him.
Dogs need dog friends. I don't blame Lucy for wanting a friend or lover. She is cooped up and bossed around by chickens, cats, and humans. I've been there in strawberry season. Sometimes I think Lucy is at the bottom of the hierarchy even beneath the strawberry vines.
Now you ask Mom if you don't believe me. Raising a dog without friends is like an only child who meets kids for the first time at like age 14. It would suck!
Heather --- Our best guess is that he's a young hunting dog who got lost on the job. People do drop off a lot of stray dogs on our road, but this guy looks like he got lost, not abandoned.
Maggie --- To the untrained eye, it may look like Lucy has a hard life, but she's an ecstatically happy working dog. (And she's really near the top of the totem, just below me and Mark. Ask Huckleberry!)
Daddy --- This is actually David Hale, so probably different. Unfortunately, the number doesn't work (or I wouldn't have published it on the internet.) We're currently calling all the Hale's in a three county area, plus all the vets and pounds. We're going to find that David Hale!