Under sad but funny...we had a bit of drama this morning.
My daughter went outside to go to the bus stop and after a few minutes she came back and said, "There's a doggy out here."
We had a stray Golden Retriever pacing around outside our fence. The poor boy was cold and thirsty and exhausted. He had a collar but I wasn't quite sure I wanted to grab it to look at his tag. I gave him a bowl of water pushed under the fence and DH called the police.
While we waited for the police, the dog wandered among the houses, just desolate. He didn't know what to do with himself. The neighbors all came out and while he seemed friendly enough, he was definitely in distress so no one really wanted to get down and grab that tag.
The police office finally pulled up and got out of his car, leaving his driver's door open. He followed the dog around for a bit and tried to give him a biscuit we provided, but the poor pup was too tired to eat much of it. He gave the officer the slip and climbed into the driver's seat of the police car!
Poor pup finally found a warm dry place to sit down and he wasn't about to budge. He made a few half-hearted nibbles on the biscuit, but could not be enticed to climb out of the car. At least the officer could read his tag and disocovered our wayward traveler was not local - he'd come from several towns away. No wonder he wasn't budging now that he was finally sitting down.
I thought we were going to need a SWAT team to get the dog out of the seat. The officer was about to call for reinforcements when Goldy finally decided to move to the passenger seat. The officer took a blanket out of the trunk to cover the now 'wet-doggified' driver's seat and drove off to the station with his 'new partner' riding shotgun.
I hope Goldy makes it home to someplace warm and dry, and I hope they eventually get him out of the police car.