The Dog

Last Sunday a dog showed up at home and refused to leave. He has a collar so I called all the neighbors, put the information on the radio, called the pound and the vet to see if anyone had lost such a dog. He appears to be a Treeing Walker Coonhound and is one of the nicest dogs I've ever seen. Loves attention and would like you to pet him until you wore his hair off. He looked starved, ribs showing, but I didn't want him to stay so didn't feed him, just gave him some water. With my wife's alergies we can't have pets, but the next morning he was laying on the back porch right up against the door. During the next few days he would be gone for a while, but then he'd be back on the back porch. I started feeding him all he would eat. All he would eat was a whole lot of food. I gave him dry dog and cat foods, canned foods, table scraps, even some stale peanut butter crackers. He ate it all. Today the animal warden came and took him to an adoption shelter that is really good with animals, an all volunteer place. He won't be there long enough to get comfortable. Around here people love coonhounds, pay hundreds of dollars, even thousands for them. All they have to do is pay $40 to adopt this one so you know he won't be there long. I wish I could have kept him. About as nice a dog as I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.