My Mooch Boy
A boy knocked on my door today. He had a chocolate lab with him.
"I found your Mooch in the park he said."
I told him that Moochie was in heaven, and had been for a few months, and this very fat, overheated and distressed dog did not belong to me.
I invited the dog in and offered to call the Humane Society.
He was clearly overheated and exhausted. He lay right down on the air conditioning vent.
He was very hot and stressed
I gave him some biscuits and and a drink.
I wet a towel and wiped him down, all around his face and back and tummy, which he loved.
He put his face in the fridge, sat with the cat, and took a loaf of bread from the counter.
I stroked him and scratched his ears and chatted with him sweetly, reassuring him him was ok and we would find his owner, and that he should cut down on his food intake. He was so FAT.
Then, he walked around the house, feeling a bit more settled, calmer, happier.
The longest pee I have ever seen a dog pee, right on my lovely Indian wool rug.
Then the doorbell rang again. It was the doggie catcher.