As a lot of you know, our girl Pepper came to us in January of this year as a stray I found on the side of the road. And before Pepper, our girl Mia found us. So, needless to say, I have a soft spot for dogs. Especially, stray dogs.
If I could, I would open a shelter for dogs and I would just take care of them all. Of course, I don't have the money or facilities to do that, and I know that McD is happy about that.
After I brought Pepper home, I saw another stray dog roaming around our gate. She was a bit standoffish, but I tried to get her to come to me each time I saw her. I even started taking her food. I mean, at the time, I didn't know if she was being fed. I would pour the dry food out on the ground, walk away, get back in my pick-up and drive off, and then she would go eat the food. I would have to watch her from my rearview mirror.
I started keeping dog food and treats in my pick-up, just in case she was around.
Eventually, she started coming to me and letting me pet her. Then, she got to where she would give me a kiss, and roll over onto her back so I could scratch her stomach. She whimpers and whines the whole time.
For some silly reason I never even thought to take photos of her, until today. 🙂
This is how it goes every time I see her.
Here she is laying around watching her buddies, the horses, play in the water. Okay, they are cooling off, but playing sounds like more fun.
Here she comes.
Before you know it, she is stepping all over my toes and begging for attention.
First, I give her a Milk-Bone biscuit. She loves them!!
She knows that I am going to give her something else, but today she is in for a surprise.
She noticed that I had the bag of food, but I also had a can of Alpo. She wasn't taking her eyes off of that can.
She likes it!!
Have you noticed that this little girl has a heart on her?
For a minute, I thought she was going to lick the enamel off the bowl.
But just when I thought she was going to come over to me, you know…to thank me, she headed for the empty can. My aging joints did not react near as fast as I hoped. She grabbed the can, and headed back for the pond. She stopped occasionally to glance back my way, but she was not coming to thank me.
She deserves to have a name. We call her The Dog, and I have decided that I want to name her. She may never know her name, but we will.
Help me name her!