Last night when we got home from dinner we had two little cuties perched in our front yard. We'd never seen them before and didn't think they were from our neighborhood. We waited to see if they would run back home but instead they ran up our front steps.
The dogs are obviously someone's pets. They seem well cared for, well mannered, and very sweet. Of course, the kids went crazy over them and immediately named them...Edgar and Allie. After checking in our neighborhood and in the one next to us with no luck, Edgar and Allie stayed the night...in the guest room, which seemed appropriate.
Sheryl made a sign and put it on the main street, she entered their info on a couple of websites locally and not a peep all day. Meanwhile, Edgar and Allie enjoyed their day being fawned over by three adoring children.
Our dog Bear has no idea what to think. She's not well with this scenario. She keeps giving me a look like, WHAT THE HECK, PEOPLE?
Tonight I drove down the opposite way on Old Hickory to a couple of houses set back in the woods thinking maybe one of them was their true home. It was like something right out of a horror movie...dark, rainy, terrifying. And I could have sworn I heard underscoring...with ominous tones. The only scary thing I found was a woman with a mullet. But no dog owner.
These dogs are so sweet! They have to belong to someone! We're not sure what to do at this point. We're going to give it another try tomorrow. Until then, Edgar is nestled on Maddie's bed sleeping with her and Allie is snuggled up next to Ella. Bless.
