Last night, I was outside talking on the phone and Noah was inside watching a movie. All of a sudden, I heard him beating on the glass and yelling, "Da! Da!" I thought something had gone terribly wrong, but I looked up and there was a little Basset Hound on the other side of the glass from him and he was trying to pet it. Noah loves dogs. That's what "Da" means. I named the dog Howard and gave it a couple veggie corn dogs. He liked them and we hung around together for a while. Then I went to bed and he went to sleep on my front porch. When I woke up this morning, he was gone. But it was good while it lasted. It was nice having a dog around here again.
one thanksgiving day, a basset hound ran into our open garage and into bed with my parents. we found his owner, and the guys said we could keep him. we named him flash. he was always tripping on his ears.
I grew up on a farm in rural Will County, Illinois. We always had stray cats and dogs around the place. Our farm was less than a mile away from the last southbound exit on the 394 expressway, out of Chicago. I guess that a people would drive out of Chicago, as far south as they could go on the expressway, and release their unwanted pets. We had 20-30 different cats & dogs at our place every year. They fought constantly. Along the south side of our main storage barn we put an old 25 foot long horse water trough and kept it full of dog food all year long. We bought these huge 100 lbs. bags of generic dog food at Farm & Fleet, and the cats liked it as much as the dogs. I named a few of the cats and dogs, but they were so transient that they weren't really like pets. It was kinda' like having a homeless shelter - lice, fighting, and dog food. __________________
