Really! This little dog showed up on our porch Friday morning. I noticed her when I got up at 5:30 a.m.; she must have been there all night.
Now I know that if you give a stray dog any sort of
Mr. Shrinking Knitter, however, is not as stern about stray animals as I am. I'll tell you about the cat one of these days. At any rate, he said things like, "Well we can't just let her starve!" and "Don't you think we should give her some water?" and "She's just about the friendliest little stray I've ever seen."
You know where this is going, don't you?
This morning I made up signs, tucked them into sheet protectors and spent the next half hour cruising around looking for likely spots to nail them up. Before Mr. Shrinking Knitter can get even more attached to her, I think I need to be pro-active about searching for her owner.
She's such a little thing – full-grown but with short legs [just like me!] – that she couldn't have wandered far from home. We're hoping she's just lost and hasn't been dumped here.
Of course by the time I actually started out for the long run it was much hotter, more humid and I knew I wouldn't last. Tomorrow! I promise! In fact, if you don't see a new post first thing tomorrow morning, it's because I'm already on the road. I think that's the only way it's going to get done until the heat and humidity take a hike.