Yesterday evening I got home to find a little brown dog wandering around the driveway in the rain. She was soaking wet and she looked confused, wandering aimlessly with her tongue lolling from her mouth like some kind of cartoon dog. She was between me and the garage door and didn't seem to notice my arrival, so I got out of the van to check her out. She was clearly ancient, and the tongue thing was because she didn't have enough teeth left to keep it in place. She had a big tumor on her belly and, really, I hadn't seen such a pitiful looking pup since I found Fizzgigg.
So the plan was to scoot her out of the way so I could park the van, then go inside to shut the other dogs up in a room and grab a towel to wrap her up in and bring her inside. She had no collar, so I suspect somebody dumped her off in the neighborhood, but I would have held onto her a few days trying to find the owner before taking her to a shelter. But in the time it took me to pull the van in the garage and get back out, she wandered away and I couldn't find her.
We left the garage door cracked open enough for her to get inside out of the rain, but I'm not so sure she had the sense (or the remaining senses) to figure that out. At any rate, I kept checking the garage for her, and she remained a no show.
It got pretty stormy last night. I hope the little doggie made it through okay.
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