Terrie and I were having lunch after church on Sunday, when we heard the sound of a nearby dog barking. From the depth of the dog’s voice we could tell it must be a big dog. We were puzzled because our neighbors to the left and to the right did not have dogs. I thought maybe a dog got into our backyard, so I went out the side garage door to check the backyard.
I was greeted by a large white dog (later to be identified as a Great Pyrenees) looking like he was surprised I was at home. I opened the gate to the backyard and stepped out asking him if he wanted to leave. He indicated he was happy where he was, so I shut the gate and started to talk to him as I walked toward him. I must have invaded his personal space, because he turned and headed to the shrubbery in the corner of the yard. I quickly realized he belonged to my neighbor behind me and he had crossed via an unknown hole in the fence. I relayed the information to Terrie and didn’t think any more about it. For some reason, Terrie nicknamed this all white dog “Rusty”. Continue reading