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it’s been a while…

…since I posted a wild dog of the day, and I think I know why. With the winter months, when I walk to work, I’m usually zoned out, listening to music and thinking about what I have to do that day - if I’m thinking at all, I might just be sleepwalking. So I’m not really noticing any pups, unless they walk right past me and by that time it’s too late to snap them. On the way home, it’s dark, and so I don’t usually even have my camera anywhere handy. Also, for some reason, I haven’t really noticed too many of the dogs at night - they must be all snuggled up in a puppy pile somewhere.  And then, there’s the fact that I’ve been out of town just about every weekend since I’ve been back from the holidays.

The last two days I’ve been suffering the ill effects of some bad - something I picked up on the street I’m guessing. New rules - I eat nothing unless it comes canned or jarred or I cook it at high temperatures first. So I went into the office for like an hour today, just to pick up some files and prove to everyone that I’m not dead, and on the way home at noonish, I see this super cute dog zooming past me on the sidewalk. I get a quick photo of his ass as he’s halfway down the street, and then I have the above “hmm..haven’t done a wild dog of the day post in forever” conversation in my head. As I get up to the corner, there he is, stopped dead in his tracks.


So I follow his line of vision, and here comes a woman and her dog. I’m not sure if this pup was thinking “wait a second, are you hanging out WITH the people?” or “what the heck is that on your neck” or simply “ha ha”, but he seemed to keep a fair distance.


And I have to say, this is the closest I’ve been to wanting to take a dog home with me. After I took this photo, he stood still for a few more seconds, then noticed me and I took off. Because if he’d started wagging his tail, it would have all been over and I’d be hanging out with my new best friend and either figuring out how to stitch myself up after I’d tried to give him a bath, or looking up ways to housebreak older dogs on google.

He’d better hope the next time I see him I don’t happen to be carrying a bag of biscuits.

One Comment

  1. Sarah Parker wrote:

    He has a great face!
    But I bet there are killer teeth in there as well.
    Best you didn’t bring him home.
    My guess: Rottweiler, Shepard, and a little Ridgeback thrown in.

    Saturday, February 9, 2008 at 1:20 am | Permalink

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