Puppy

I pulled on to my block and seen this little puppy sitting in a yard. She was looking at a moderately busy street. Then she crossed my street. I stopped the truck, hopped out and went in search of the little one. The dirty wet thing came running to me. I picked her up, and she began licking my face. I drove her the half block to our house.

I thought Linda was going to blow a gasket. But she understood why I brought her home. I aksed a couple of neighbors if they knew whre she lived. One said a woman yesterday was asking her the same question. Roger's wife couldn't figure out where she belonged either.

Susie's view is, "she belongs at the pound."


I have to admit the Pinellas County Animal Shelter would be a lot better that where she was.
I let her out in the backyard, because she was so dirty. She started drinking water from pond I'm constructing. Now I understand, why she was so dirty. She had probably tried to get water down at the creek.

This little critter has one thing in common with Susie. She doesn't like baths. (She wasn't coming into the house without one).

Will I name her. I've come up with name Scamp. She reminds me of Tramp from Lady & the Tramp, but being a female, Tramp just doesn't sound good.

I never thought this time would come. She and Susie are both a sleep.

I thought about putting up signs asking if some one had lost a dog. Then I thought, if she's been running around the neighbrohood for 2 days, someone really doesn't care about her.

It's official. Linda says we should keep her. Linda has named her Charlie.