This weekend Mozz and I went out of town to visit some of his family. This morning on our way back home, we decided to meet some of them at a little truck stop restaurant to have breakfast. We got there and noticed this little dog outside of the front door. It was a beautiful little male about 7 or 9 months old. We thought he was a little boxer mix. He was very friendly and nosed everyone coming in and out of the gas station. Since Mozz's family is full of HUGE dog lovers, the pup got tons of attention from our little group. Inside, we realized it was too late for breakfast...they were only serving lunch. We decided that we'd just go our separate ways and have breakfast on our own. But in the meantime we're walking out to our car and this pup's following us. The lady in the truck stop came out and said it was a stray that had been around for about a month. They started calling him Bones since you could see his rib cage. He gets fed by whoever gives him a scrap here or there and sleeps in her yard at night down the interstate. But that nobody had done anything about him yet. After a lot of discussion we decided to bring him back to Dallas and take him to the local SPCA. He'd at least have a better chance there than at a truck stop on the interstate.
So we put him in the truck and drove home with him. He wimpered a little and was anxious, but never did he bark. We fed him a bit of breakfast sausage, which he nibbled very gently out of our hands. So he's very well-mannered. We brought him home and put him in our backyard. He ignored our little Maltese who was not a friendly hostess and then chased our cat around a bit. I think he just wanted to play. I don't think he'd do any harm. I brought an old kennel out with lots of warm blankets and put some fresh water out. He sniffed the blankets and promptly laid down in the kennel. He has yet to bark at us and does nothing but nose us and stay right at our feet. Tomorrow we'll take him to a vet and get his health checked out.
He's the most well-mannered furry house guest we've had in awhile. I'm afraid he might make it hard for us to take him to the SPCA tomorrow. In my mind, I've already started calling him Bo.