As we approached our yard, the dog pictured below trotted up behind began to follow us.
He had no tags, but his nails were clipped and we could see that he did have a collar at some point because there was a big indentation on his neck where one had been. We both thought that we'd see a desperate owner run around the corner and say "my dog!" any minute but as we hung around in our front yard with him, no one did.
I called SPCA to see if anyone had reported him missing, but no one had.
The woman on the phone did ask me to see if he had been neutered and he was so low to the ground I had to flip him over to see. Poor guy, total strangers lookin at his crotch. I gave them our information so that the owner could come get him when s/he realized he was loose.
It got later and later and we thought "well we'll just keep him here for a while then." We gave all three dogs a bath. The dog, we called Cleveland was stinky. He was a very gentle dog so the thought of keeping him overnight didn't bother us.
But oh boy.
Apparently he didn't like being alone and no matter how cushy we set up the bathroom for him, he didn't like being in there without us. He started clawing the door and eating through stuff. So at 1:30 A.M. we dediced he should stay at the SPCA.
Kevin got back from the drop off and I thought everything would be peaceful. Our dogs were snug in their beds, Cricket was sleeping quietly...I drift off to sleep--CLINK CLINK CLINK, CHEW CHEW SCUTTLE SCUTTLE.
What in the--?
OLIVE!!!
Kevin took this photo the next morning explaining what she was up to. Eating my Q-tips off the dresser! I shot out of bed and chased her out the room with a squirt bottle.
Friggin cat.
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