Wednesday, May 12, 2010
In order to get to our house you have to go over a bridge. I didn't think JD would cross this brindge on his own. Trapper won't, he swims across instead. Just to annoy me. But I drove across anyway and knocked on a few doors just in case. No luck in this direction either.
Anyway, we went up the road another mile and still no one who JD belonged to, so we came home. We spent two hours of our time that was enough. We took turns sitting on the steps holding JD until ACD came to get him. That was another hour and a half. Marian was convinced we could keep him. It was my turn to hold his leash and get bit by black flies when ACD pulled up in his old beat up truck, his wife sitting right next to him. He always makes me smile. He popped out of the truck and said,"I know who's dog this is, I chased him through fields for hours one night." He may or may not have said something vile under his breath. He told me where he lived so in the future if I found him I could run him home. He lives about three miles up the road from us so little JD really did some traveling.
Believe or not this kind of thing happens to us quite frequently. We are always finding dogs, cats and even horses in our yard and it always takes forever to find out where they belong. How do you not know your horse is gone? Dave said it's because I'll do anything to get out of cleaning the house or making dinner. I think he may be right.
ps. wish me luck tomorrow I'm going to work with Dave and we are driving through the mountains of Maine into New Hampster. I hope my puke pills work! I'll take lots of pictures.