I woke up a few days ago, fed the cats and looked out on my deck.
There, is all his glory, was a big ol’Dog, lounging on one of my deck chairs.
I decided to ignore it. Maybe I was seeing things.
I was bitten by a stray last year so I’m cautious.
Mr. Wrekker got up and I pointed out on the deck. He opened the door and here came the big Ol’Dog right into my kitchen. Cats hissed and flew to the beams.
All the little dogs started dancing around and barking.
He was very friendly, it seems.
Son-of-a-wrek showed up as he does most mornings. Big Ol’Dog woofed a welcome. And ran out to meet him. And followed him back indoors.
No collar or tags. He was clean and plump. Looked to be neutered. A tricolor shepherd-y dog with a dose of hound. Docked tail and clipped ears.
No pestilence on him.
Now, I live far out in the woods. Too far for the average dog to just wander up. And not at least be foot sore. He looked like he caught a ride out here.
Oh, yeah. He probably did. He was dumped off. Most likely.
It happens. A lot.
I usually find a place for these dogs or take them to the shelter.
I emailed his stats and pic to the shelter in case someone was searching for him. They had no inquiries for such a dog.
I was talking to a fellow Doper and relayed my shaggy dog story. This person immediately told me “You have a new dog, name him Bayliss the Tail-less.”
So I did.
Everyone likes Bayliss. And Bayliss likes everyone. A happy dog. He’s been walking with me. The Chihuahuas and Betsy take off running after aromas. Bayliss stays right at my heel. He barked like an idiot at a squirrel he saw. I don’t think he’s ever seen one before. He’s an urban dog, I’ll bet.
Bayliss the Tail-less is a good dog.
He’s very curious and aware. Watching as the kids play. Watching me as I move around.
Son decided he was gonna be his dog.
We had a contest. We both called him at the same time. He came to me, first. “My dog.”
Monday Son takes Bayliss to the vet. He got checked for a chip and a looking over. No chip. The vet said he looked well cared for. He agreed Bayliss was neutered and had had dewclaws removed and the tail dock and ear clip. These were all surgery’s.
Someone cared for this dog.
Son said: “My Dog”
The vet took pix and put him on their lost dog web page and on the bulletin board. And our phone numbers.
Uh, oh. I like this dog. Son likes this dog. All the kids and pets like this dog. (well, except for 2 Siamese cats)
Mr.Wrek is non-committal. He said he best not like fancy schamcy dog food. Ol’Roy was good enough for Big Ol’Dog: Bayliss the Tail-less
Bayliss is a good dog.
“My dog.”
Bayliss really really likes DILs casseroles. Thank God.
Son had Bayliss jump in the back of his truck and took him for a ride. He reports Bayliss stuck his head thru the sliding back glass for the whole ride.
They rode to the county line Liquor store. No one there recognized Bayliss. Son said: “My dog”
Son called Bayliss when he went home. Bayliss jumped right in the back of the truck.
Son said: “My Dog”
DIL brought Bayliss back home an hour later. Yep. “My Dog”
God, I hope no one claims him.
My dog: “Bayliss the Tail-less”
