I have some new occasional neighbors, much closer than I’m really comfortable with, right on the next parcel so maybe five or six hundred yards away from the Lair. Not really happy about that, but I guess it is what it is.
They’re a nice young townie couple from somewhere down in the city many hours from here. They’ve shown up to camp several times in the past few months and they’re talking about building here. They’re quiet and polite so far and I feel bad about myself for wishing something would happen unpleasant enough to drive them away without harming them. Ironic as hell that if they really do build here I’ll sort of be obligated to help.
So anyway, when an obviously townie dog* showed up in the Lair’s yard this morning I immediately had a pretty good idea where he came from. Castrated male, far too friendly and well-fed to be a stray – he wasn’t even thirsty. Had a harness and an urban vet tag from nowhere around here, but no name and phone number – which, pro-tip, if you’re going to let your dog run in unfamiliar rural country you definitely want to tag it with your name and phone number. I don’t recall the breed, one of those parti-colored stocky things that’s not a pitbull or a bulldog. Not the least bit skittish around strangers, this dog was not from around here.
To answer the obvious question, no. I do kind of expect the new Official TUAK Dog to land in my lap in this or a similar way, because needed things tend to do that. But I never more than momentarily toyed with the notion that this was that dog. He far too obviously belonged with somebody else – and I suspected that those people would be getting frantic soon.
So after he’d hung around the yard for half an hour with no apparent plans to go home on his own I put my boots on, loaded him into the Jeep, and drove him up the ridge to the new folks’ camp. Sure enough they were mounting a big expedition to go hopelessly look for their dog, who had wandered off without their noticing so they didn’t know which direction he’d gone, and they were quite happy to see him in the back of the Jeep.
So that’s my good deed for the day, I guess.
*Parenthetically, the fact that I immediately categorized this as a “townie” dog probably means I’ve lived in the desert long enough to say I’m comfortable here. A desert dog would have at least been wary of strange surroundings. This one was clearly on a Grand Adventure. They don’t always survive that.