Another dog

This little spaniel mix dog has been a frequent visitor to our house for the past month or two. About a week ago, however, he quit leaving and started staying overnight. I have to confess that several days into the week I gave him a tiny bit of dog food. I felt so sorry for him - no food for three days! Steve said to me, "Laura, don't feed that dog again. If you do, we'll never get rid of it." I agreed.

The dog stayed. I took the dog to the home of some people whose dog played with this dog, thinking it would then find its way home. Twenty-four hours later he was back at our house, muddy, wet, and happy.

Yesterday after church as we all ate lunch Steve again stressed to me the importance of NOT feeding the dog. He knows I am weak. He said we'll never get the dog to go back to its own home if I continue to feed it. I said, "Yes, dear. I'm sorry for feeding the dog and I won't do it again."

Aric spoke up and asked everyone who had NEVER fed the dog to raise their hands. Of the eight family members at the table, not one raised a hand. EVERYONE HAS BEEN FEEDING THE DOG! Including Steve.

Perhaps the dog will go home this week. If not, Steve says we'll need to take the dog to our vet and have him checked over. We've put out the word that we've found someone's dog and we'd like to return him to his owner. I guess if no one claims him, he's already claimed us.