I don't even know where to start.
This is almost as amazingly bizarre as a nearly naked girl showing up at my house in the middle of the night.
I'm taking some trash out this morning and what comes around the corner of the house?
That's not Rudy.
Rudy is on the right.
Poor thing must have slept between the garages last night. (Yes...we have two....kind of.) There was a little bed made in the leaves in that little bit of sheltered space. He has on a bright orange collar and doesn't appear to be starving, but he was very thirsty.
He was very friendly with me and Rudy, but not wanting to play chase like my little guy. (In dog years Rudy should be outgrowing that by now I'm thinking. He's almost 28!!)
He kind of has the body shape of Bolt.
Cuddle Buns says to call him R2.
I would like someone to call him home.
I drove to the park down the road from us to see if any one the campers there were missing a dog.
Now I'm in kind of the same quandry I was in the other night with the nearly naked girl. What in the world am I going to do with this visitor?