to be or not to be

On our way to D's piano recital we saw a wet shivery dog who looked like he was lost and hungry. Heaven only knows what possessed us but we brought him into the garage, fed him cat food and locked him in until we could get home and find his owner.

When we returned a couple of hours later he was waiting for us by the door and was happy to see us. Ran straight into the house and started sniffing around. We called the neighbors. He was wet because he fell into one neighbors pool. Two other neighbors had seen him around several times. One knew which house he lived in on another street.

We drove him to his house and the owner said the dog had run away that morning, they were going to take him to the pound on Tuesday and did we want him. We weren't prepared to have a dog but somehow he's sleeping downstairs and his name is Toby (it was Chester but we didn't think that suited him). We'll see how it goes but at least he's not going to the pound. We think he's part Rhodesian Ridgeback and part Boxer. He's a mutt whatever he is but a cute one. He's 8 months old and will need obedience training, a crate and a few good toys...

Funny how these things happen.