Stray - part II

Today the phone rang. The gentleman on the other end of the phone line said he had seen our sign about a lost and found dog. I let him describe the dog, and then told him where we lived. I would have driven over there, but we were hosting a birthday party, and I couldn't leave. I gave him our address, and he said he would come over. Before he got off of the phone, he told me that the dog's name was Jake, and that he was a very friendly dog.

He is a very friendly dog. I was pretty sure that this was the owner. He showed up about 35 minutes later. Anyone who would come that far for a mixed breed dog was probably the owner. When he went into the backyard, there was no doubt.

We had decided that the dog should be named Houdini, because he had gotten out of our backyard, or out of our garage, or out of his leash. We had taken him to the vet, because we had our own dog, and were spending time around him. I also had trouble believing that anyone would not be out day after day looking for signs, so more then a week after the dog coming into our possession, I didn't think we would ever find the owner.

I'll admit that I was getting a bit attached to him. I was the own who fed him and walked him most days. The walks were some nice alone time. He responded very well to me. We were working on getting him used to sleeping in a crate, because if we were going to keep him, we were probably going to transition him to being an indoor/outdoor dog.