Our next-door neighbors also have a dog. This dog is a wolf. Well, he might not really be a wolf, but he sure looks like one! And he's kind of schizo. He acts like a frightened cat. But he's alone in his backyard most of the day, and I KNOW he gets lonely, because he keeps bashing holes in the fence and coming over to visit Mickey. He used to do it all the time, and then we fixed the fence, so he didn't come over for quite a while. But in the past week or so, he's been over every day, and at all hours of the night. Sometimes when I come down to the kitchen at 6:30 in the morning to make lunches, there's that wolf, hanging out by the patio door, waiting for Mickey to play. I don't really mind--he's a pretty good boy as wolf dogs go, and he and Mickey seem to enjoy each others dog company.
Well, Paul and Nicole have been wanting a dog for...well, forever. Several months ago, Paul found a poor little stray basset hound wandering alone in the hills near our home. Paul took this little doggie up and down the street asking all the neighbors if it was theirs, and they all said no, but he had been living in the neighborhood as a stray for at least a week. He was obviously NOT a stray, but someone's lost little boy, because he was friendly and trained and obedient. He was also hungry and lonely, so Paul brought him home and named him Tuffy. The bad news is that Paul and Nicole can't have pets in their apartment, and their landlord already made an exception for their chickens, since they don't actually live IN the apartment. But they couldn't keep Tuffy. So we kept him for a while, while Paul called the Animal Shelter every few days to see if anyone had come looking for him. No one had, and no one did. This went on for over a week.
But one day, a man was walking down our street pushing his little baby in a stroller, and Tuffy was barking (Tuffy ALWAYS barks--a big, howly basset hound bark...). The man stopped dead in his tracks and stared at our house for a minute, and then he quickly walked away. Ten minutes later he was back at our house in his truck, asking if we had recently found a lost little basset hound. We told him we had, and he eagerly gave a detailed description of Tuffy and asked if it matched the dog we found. Of course, it did--down to the funny way his right foot turns out a little bit--so we took him into the backyard and Tuffy came running happily to his real owner. And that was that. Tuffy (NORM??) went home.
Fast forward to last week when Nicole was window shopping dogs on KSL, and guess who she found FREE TO A GOOD HOME? It seems like destiny! So Tuffy is back, spending his days in our backyard with Mickey. Paul and Nicole come over to see him every day, and so does our wolf dog friend!
For a mom who can barely tolerate having one dog, here is what we've had lately:
SIGH. The fun just never ends around here!