I rescued another dog tonight - while I was out walking Bo, we ran into an obviously lost beagle. It was slinking around with its tail plastered to its belly, but I could see it had tags, so I coaxed it to follow us the half-block home and once it was up on the porch, had Kathy come out and snap a leash on it. Then we called the owner and he came down to pick the dog up - turned out to be the guy who owns the newly renovated house down the block.
The beagle's name was Riley, and apparently he hadn't been loose too long (which I figured since he didn't seem to be at all hungry or thirsty). Bo was very disappointed that we took his new pal away, though Riley regarded Bo with a mixture of fascination and deep alarm, and I'm afraid that if Bo had tried to play with him, he'd have squashed the poor little guy.
Saturday we take the whole menagerie to the vet. Probably in two cars, so that Bo can't dance around on the cat carriers while we drive. :P After a year of ownership, I have determined that only two things faze this dog:
1. Sprinklers. He will walk out into the street to avoid a sprinkler. Lab mix, my ass.
2. Balloons. He seems to regard them as an alien and possibly hostile lifeform.
(Yeah, I don't know either.)
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