Wild Dogs in the Village! (Part One)
It seems that many RVers are also “dog people,” so I thought I would share my adventure. Looking back on this ongoing adventure, I find it interesting at how people who seem to have such a strong common interest (RVers, to be specific) can view the same situation so differently.
The puppy of the two
The adventure started one morning when I took my dog (a 16-year-old Maltese mix) out for her morning walk (well, at her age, and in the morning, it is tough to call it a walk, it is more of a mosey). Suddenly, out of nowhere, a young adult dog and a puppy came up for a visit. They were obviously interested in meeting my dog. Once I saw the body language of the two dogs, I gladly allowed them to visit with my dog. I noticed right away, though, that these two were not going to allow me to touch them. Soon they grew bored with such an inactive dog, and headed off to find another dog to play with.
I continued my walk and it was not long before someone with a harried and panic look on their face came running up telling me to watch out while walking my dog because there are wild dogs in the park! I became concerned and was wondering if Atticus was available to help us out (think To Kill a Mockingbird). I immediately thought out loud, “WILD DOGS!!! I sure hope they don’t hurt those cute, friendly strays I just met.” Imagine my surprise when I learned that those strays that came up and met my dog were actually the wild dogs terrorizing the village!
It was not long before the village was abuzz with the news! Of course, the “news” showed that our village is just a touch schizophrenic…it seemed that half the village were discussing the cute strays, were putting out food, were planning how to capture them and take them to the local no-kill shelter (Cinderella Pet Rescue), and were sharing stories about how they had run up and almost eaten out of their hands; another half, however, were congregating (I swear I think I saw pitch forks and torches…or maybe that group was dealing with another situation in another story…I get confused sometimes) and deciding how to eliminate the village of this danger; they were collecting water hoses, practicing their kicks, and exercising their best yelling voices so that they could drive the beasts from our gates. The final half (okay, math is not my best subject, and I never have liked fractions) really did not seem to care one way or the other and went about their business.
The leader of the two Wild Dogs
So, over the next week, the race was on…would we be able to capture the cute strays before the Wild Dogs!!! were captured? The good news is that no dogs or people were harmed in this great adventure. I will continue the story in additional posts (based on interest by you readers), but I assure you that the story has a happy ending (even though part of the adventure still remains to be determined–as you can tell by the pictures). I will share one thing just to give you a sneak peek…our old dog now has a play mate.