This is George.
But early yesterday afternoon he was just That Dog. The dog that showed up on the deck outside the studio. That ran all over the property . The dog that ran right in the door when I opened it. That tore through the house , ate the cat food in 2 seconds. Knocked everything over.
The dog that ran out again. The dog that Soul-o chased. The dog that turned and chased him up a tree. And then into the woods. The dog that came back and I tried to catch and finally did. The hungry and thirsty dog. The exhausted dog. The very dirty dog. The dog that seemed starved for affection. I called the number on the tag. An 800 number. Gave them his ID number. Waited. Not being a dog person, worried about my cat. Waited. A call back. Lots of questions. To make sure it was the right dog, and not a different dog with the wrong tag. ???? Waited hours. For the someone who would come get the dog. And then. After hours, a call back. He was a neighbor's dog. The house below. That guy that doesn't like the smell of woodsmoke or stray leaves on his side of the fence. Or dandelions. Or me.
Two questions I was left with.
What kind of system is this?
Why was the dog so dirty, hungry, thirsty, and sleeping at my feet?
The owner came. The guy's wife. Come George (who was not very excited). Into the back of the van. The person who was supposed to come came just then. Ha ha ha while the dog waited. And I was left standing there on the driveway. A brief sort of thank you with no eyes meeting. Except me and George. Goodbye George, I said.
Soul-o returned after dark.
The electric is fixed. Done. Paid for.
Although still cool, today will be a bit warmer than yesterday.
I have in my mind to check on George now and then.
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