Thursday, April 26, 2007

Gypsy Girl

There was a visitor out by the van this morning as I was leaving for work, of the four legged variety. She wagged her tail and pranced towards me as I made my way across the yard. I think she was probably part Beagle and part hound. She wasn't wearing a collar, I don't know if someone dumped her there or if she'd gotten lost. Every bone in her body was showing. When she ran over to me, she cowered down at my feet. I stood there and talked to her for a few minutes (yes I'm weird, I know) then explained to her that I had to go to work.

I worried over that dog all morning at my desk. I felt guilty for not running back inside and getting her something to eat. I mean.. she CAN NOT live here, there is absolutely NO room for another animal, but I could at least give her some food. I decided that if she was still around when I went home at lunch, I'd find some scraps or something for her.

I didn't see her when first pulled in. It wasn't until I passed the window in the kitchen that I saw her sniffing around on the lot across the road. I started looking for something to put some dog food in, then remembered the half a loaf of bread that had gone stale, sitting by the microwave. I took the bread out to the edge of the yard and called her over. She came prancing, wagging that tail, looking at me as if to say "For me? Can I have it?"

It didn't take her long to eat it all. I snuck back in the house while she was eating and watched her from the window. Such a sweetheart. She looked around when she finished, then trotted off down the road.

She wasn't here when I came home from work. I keep peeking out the window to see if she's there. I can't have another animal.

I can't.

Maybe someone will take her in.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Congrats, you just got a dog. ;)

One of our'n is named Gypsy. When I saw this entry I though, What?! What about my dog?

-- the Gritlet

Miz said...

I hate that, I hate that! I hate the being torn between wanting to take in every poor stray that crosses my path and wanting to have a house to live in. I am already one animal over my lease, yet people tell me about this wonderful cat or dog they found and how it would be perfect for me and how sweet and cute and scrawney it is.
Good luck, I hope it found a home...besides yours.

kenju said...

Boy, are we ever alike! Luckily, where we live now, we don't see too many strays. If we did, I'd keep them all!

AC said...

Every dog we have (6) was a foundling. Living on a dead end road in the country makes us, well, dog owners.

What's her new name?

Mahala said...

I've not seen her since I fed her. Lot's of critter lovin' hikers in town this week, maybe she latched on to one of them :)