To Prove my Point

We found out his name is Duke. Sometimes he wears a collar, sometimes he doesn’t. We do have a leash law—but Duke doesn’t care (and apparently neither do his owners who live just outside the city limits).There are complaints (his occasional gift packages are not entirely appreciated), but Duke is a wily one and so far he has steadily evaded the town’s animal control officer and his trap.

He is not a stray. But there is a little neighborhood dog that he simply adores. Because of that, he runs away from home, crosses the highway, crashes through the woods, and then lies patiently on the neighbor’s hot or cold driveway waiting for his little friend to be walked.

At first, I would run back into the house whenever I spied the large dog. Now, however, I find a sturdy oak stick from my kindling pile and Duke turns into a big goofy puppy.

Most of us have accepted him though we do worry about his road crossings. When it's hot, that dog has so many fresh water bowls to choose from that he must be quite giddy at the end of the day. Once I got to know him, I found that Duke is a really nice dog (although his jaw is something to behold and respect).