lovely blue eyes.
This young fellow was so friendly and mellow, I just sat down in the
alley with him to see if he had a tag or something to identify him. He
had no collar, but I knew someone would be missing him, so I invited him
to our house.
He spent the rest of the night politely sleeping in the kitchen and
then walked around the neighborhood with me. After calling the animal
shelter and leaving a message, I mowed the lawn while Charlie (I couldn't
help it -- I named him Charlemagne) watched. What a great dog!
Then someone from the shelter called, and I drove my buddy to the jail
and turned him over.
To make a long story short, Charlemagne's name is Brooklyn (my wife
and I moved here from Brooklyn in 1978 -- how coincidental is that) and
his owner has bailed him out.
I am so glad to have helped him for the time he was with me, and I am
so glad he is back home. I know the sense of relief that his owner must
have felt, seeing him at the shelter and getting him back.
I went to visit the shelter last Saturday just to check it out. There
were all sorts of wonderful, gorgeous, friendly dogs of all shapes,
sizes, breeds and mixes. There are also the gorgeous, stunning and
If you are looking for a true friend, visit the shelter.
Give them my regards, and let them know how great a job they are
doing. They can call me any time to help out on their show.