A Stray Called Stranger
The weather tempers here at just around six, and so it was just around then I earned my daily keep by raking - not just the yard, but the drainage pipes set in vicegrip at the delta of our driveway. You see, muck, sludge, and refuse gathers beyond the grate to clog it. After a heavy rain--let us assume it rains--the ditch subsequently floods: a flooded ditch is a flooded ditch; while Floridians revere their everglades, such inherently spooks them, so wherever water collects there manifests alligators, serpents, and Seminoles.
-- when, all of a sudden, a dog gathered from the condensation in the air. Not a big dog, just a little dog, an omega male who prostrates before any approaching (which makes it very easy to give belly-rubs). In fact, here he is:
So strikingly similar to my uncle's late dog Strange, and because I think it apt, I call him Stranger, and he is now curled up on a fluffy rug in the all-season's room. And although I think he preferred the grass-patch underneath the rose bush by the garage, I couldn't bear to leave him to the gnats that descend with darkness.
He is fat and friendly and probably someone's wittle fwoppy-eared fwend - just a lost one: he sat in the grass wearing out the power of my "Go Home" stare with big sad eyes, and so I resorted to the last of my arsenal and fed him two big sausages and played with him in the lawn.
-- when, all of a sudden, a dog gathered from the condensation in the air. Not a big dog, just a little dog, an omega male who prostrates before any approaching (which makes it very easy to give belly-rubs). In fact, here he is:
So strikingly similar to my uncle's late dog Strange, and because I think it apt, I call him Stranger, and he is now curled up on a fluffy rug in the all-season's room. And although I think he preferred the grass-patch underneath the rose bush by the garage, I couldn't bear to leave him to the gnats that descend with darkness.
He is fat and friendly and probably someone's wittle fwoppy-eared fwend - just a lost one: he sat in the grass wearing out the power of my "Go Home" stare with big sad eyes, and so I resorted to the last of my arsenal and fed him two big sausages and played with him in the lawn.