As long as I have known Josh, I know he would love nothing more than to have a big ol' dog to hang out with. The problem is (most) dogs in Indonesia are really dumb, really mean, and we have no where to put them.
So what would you do?
A. Ignore the dog.
B. Call the dog to you.
C. Chase the dog.
Well, we called that dog to us, and that dog came. A bond was formed quickly between Josh and this stranger. She had a collar on, so we called the number on the tag. We eventually made contact with her owner, who was at a doctor's appointment and unable to come get the dog. So, we put the pup in the backyard and waited.
By "waited" I mean we watch the dog. We found out it was a Weimaraner breed that goes by the name of "Remington". We did not make that up. We might have taken a few pictures of her, given her a bucket of water, and played with her. Ok, we definitely did ALL of those things... and may have gone overboard on taking pictures of someone else's dog.
Here are the photos of "Remington (if only for about an hour) Harrington":
Cheeeeeeeeeese! |
"That is hilarious!" |
At this point I'm pretty sure she was realizing she was going to be in trouble for running away and was planning her escape. |
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