I walked in the front door and put my coat on the rack. I then turned into the living room and there it was. What looked to be an old dog asleep in the middle of the floor. Danica walked in from the kitchen and said, “Oh, you’re home.”
“Who’s this?” I asked, motioning to the dog.
“I have no idea,” said Dani. “I heard him barking outside the front door and when I opened it, he just walked into the house, found a spot on the floor, laid down and went to sleep.”
I walked further into the living room and sat down on the couch, all the while keeping my eyes on the peaceful, sleeping dog. “Where did he come from?”
“I have no idea. He doesn’t look like any of the dogs from the neighborhood.”
“Do you think he’s a stray?”
“No. He seems pretty clean and well fed,” she said as she joined me on the couch.
“He isn’t wearing a collar.”
“Maybe he has a microchip.”
We continued to just sit on the couch together and watch the dog sleep. His paws started to wiggle and he made little noises that sounded like very quiet but high-pitched barks. He was dreaming. Dani and I smiled at this and enjoyed watching him, wondering just what he was dreaming about. Obviously there was some running involved. Perhaps he was chasing a cat or a bird or another dog? Maybe he dreamt of playing with his regular family.
“What should we do?”
“Maybe we should take him to a shelter. If he has a microchip, they can scan for it and tell us where he lives.”
“What if he doesn’t have a chip?”
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