Last night I found a dog wandering in the middle of the road. He didn’t run or move out of the way so I slowed down to chat. No collar and a dazed look in the eye. I open up the door to have a closer look and he jumped right in. So I drove him the half mile home and pulled up in front of the door. Charles and I then tried to lure him into the house for an hour before we gave up and let him sleep in the car for the night.
He’s much more comfortable today – has become a regular lap dog. Gus has named him George. Or, rather, her. It seems George is a girl.
Today we blanket the town with fliers, put a notice in the newsletter, and knock on all our neighbors doors.
(Gus to George: “This is you”)