Hound pulled up residence on the back porch while the other dogs got a good brushing. The creek and mud made for dusty, dirty dogs, but once the mud dries it brushes off well, to the liking of the dogs who I am sure would rather not have a bath. Pablo and his selective memory “forgot†who Hound was and started defending his turf as soon as he spotted Hound in the back. A stern reprimand followed and things quieted down.
Rain was forecasted for the night, so Hound was moved to the garage. We put him in Cheddar’s crate – not a smart move – we quickly became familiar with the famous hound howl, so we left him free in the garage and the house settled down for the night. Unbeknownst to Peter or I, Hound actually slept on the floor of our bedroom! The door to the garage has a tendency to not latch completely and Hound took advantage of it, not disturbing a soul. I am endlessly amused by this.
After church on Sunday we took the dogs for a run in the field, which is when we took the attached pictures. I tell you this was a fabulous half an hour. The dogs all running in the tall grass and enjoying themselves was a blessing to experience. Hound woke up a new dog and was much more comfortable. You could see the puppy in him.
Peter and I had decided that it was best to take Hound to the Lexington Humane Society and that was our next move, not an easy one I might add. We do hope Hound finds his owner or really just a good home. One by one the animals left and by Tuesday the Animal House had returned to normal. Let me just say, normal seemed awfully quiet. There is something to be said about an active house.