Or so I thought...
Then we found a stray dog stuck on our hill with a choker chain and tie-out chain on, wrapped around all the brush. He'd been down there for several days when our neighbor finally realized he hadn't really moved from that same spot and came and told Curtis. He was so hungry and thirsty. Even though we were reluctant to return him to an owner who would chain him out with a choke chain, I made signs and posted them in town. Curtis got the call last night from his owner, who admitted she'd been trying to find a new home for him. She ended up just giving us a $20 to offset cost of feeding and letting us have him. So now we have a foster dog...his name is Wiley. He looks like a little black coyote, don't you think?
He likes to try to climb into your lap and snuggle, even though he's a bit too big for that.
He loves to fetch tennis balls and frisbees and just to be loved on! I've promised him he'll never be chained again. He'll also be off to the vet soon to take away some of that testosterone...
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Awwww...how cute! Kevin said Curtis told him you guys ended up with a stray. I'm glad that he's in your hands now!
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