A tired dog
A few years ago, while I was just sitting in an armchair in my backyard and reading the weekend newspaper, I saw a dog that was trying to jump the small fence that’s separating my property from the street. He had a purpose to get to my house and I stood there and simply looked at him, curious about what he was going to do.
While I’m a dog person, I haven’t owned a four-legged-buddy since I got married, because my wife is allergic. That being said, I just watched how this old tired looking Golden Retriever jumped over my fence and was coming towards me with his tail wiggling and a smile on his face.
Judging by the color of his fur and the collar around his neck I could tell that he was well taken care of, but I couldn’t quite understand what he was doing. After sitting near my chair and a good belly rub, he just went to the corner of my porch, curled up in a ball and fell asleep. I simply forgot about the newspaper and just stood there watching this lovely dog sleep in my backyard.
After a two-hours sleep, he woke up, came to get another belly rub and then he left. I thought that was the end of it, but the next day the dog came back and did the exact same thing. This continued on and off for a few weeks and I was starting to wonder who is the owner of this dog and why does he keep coming back to my place in order to sleep.
One day I pinned a note on the dog’s collar in which I wrote “This wonderful and sweet dog has been coming to my house almost every afternoon for the last few weeks to have a mid-day nap. I don’t mind it, but I want the owner to know that his dog is very tired when he arrives at my house.”
And the next day, when the dog came back he had another note pinned to his collar. Opening it, I found a small letter saying “This is Joe, he lives on the X street (which was about a mile away from my house) in a home with five children, two of which are twins, with the age of 18 months. I believe he just wants to catch up on his sleep and that is impossible in our house. He just dug a hole under our fence in order to get out of the yard, but we don’t cover it because we feel that he needs his quiet time. I hope you don’t mind”.
I started laughing and since then I always greet Joe with a bone or something else to eat and a warm blanket that I placed in the corner of my porch. While a solution would be simple, in the form of a product from digdefence.com, I really enjoy his company and I don’t want his visits to stop.