Feb 6, 2011
So far it's just a one-night stand
Heavily armed after the Armstrong loophole, I was a mile from K's country home, on lonesome gravel running though a wildlife area. At the top of the next hill she stood in the middle of the road, then politely retreated to the ditch as we neared. Something didn't look right. We stopped. She approached, cringing slightly but, before long, accepting an ear scratch. No question she was cold, hungry, thirsty, and lonesome, so we bundled her to K's house and began the usual found-a-dog calls and net posts. We flipped to see who would board her. I lost. She's here and demonstrating that's she's willing to be a Good Dog in return for chow, a soft place to nap, and a bit of affection.
Time will tell, though I suspect a dump. The bastards.
She's several months old and doesn't pee in the house. Forced to guess, I'd say a lab/weimaraner cross. Actually, they can be reasonably good bird dogs.