The Honey Pot

A sort of French- like bull dog followed Murble up the steps when she came home from the grocery store. She grabbed a leash while I talked to him in the front yard. I brought him water while she held him on the leash at the end of the driveway. He was very friendly and had a big drink but no people were searching for a dog. He didn’t have tags but did have a collar. We’ve never seen him before. Our vet closed for the weekend at noon so we couldn’t have him scanned for a chip. And he looked kinda rough, long nails, worn patches on his coat. All the while Fafner was flinging herself at the door just after having multiple leg injuries. I was tense. Murble took him to animal control. I hope that was the right decision. As I was lifting him into the car I realized he reeked. Murble also transported CousinManlius’s cat from animal control to the airport this morning. So she’s had a doozy of a day and it’s not even 1pm yet. Fafner also managed to lock me out of the house but I was able to flag Murble down before she fully drove away.