There is life before coffee

Everyday is something, right?  Before coffee it's almost a blur for me though....

One day last week the weather was so beautiful, I opened the front door to admire it.  It was early in the AM, such a fresh and lovely day, birds chirping, butterflies flying...when  all of a sudden this huge black dog, of whom I was of no acquaintance , came into the house justa movin' and a shakin' and flapping his spittle all around.  When you are not quite awake, this is a weird and unusual thing.  You begin to look for signs and meanings, predictions and forecasts, wondering if you have been cursed by a gypsy, blessed by the universe, or did you wake up to the wrong yard.

I've encountered dogs I haven't known before, and if I tell them to sit and they do, then I know they're okay.  I figure they belong to a human bean somewhere  So, I got this baby elephant of a dog to sit, sort of.  He was more like moving constantly while he tried hard to keep his backside on the ground, and it took me a bucket on spit from him to finally get hold of his collar, he just wanted to lick me~!* and luckily for him, his name and home number were on a tag there around his neck. 

I called his house, and a groggy gentlemen answered hello...I mean, it wasn't even 7:15, but so sorry, Hunter, a large black version of Clifford the Big Red Dog, needed to go home.  The man assured me someone would be there very shortly.  He didn't live far away.

I got Hunter to follow me all around my house while I got some water for him to drink and fairly soon a white van pulled up.  It had a back door that opened automatically.  The owner had it already opened when she turned my corner (I guess her husband just went back to sleep) and Hunter took off and jumped inside.

"I don't know how he got out," she called out as she was closing the door behind Hunter. and driving away,   He is so huge, I thought, I don't know how you missed him getting out, but oh well, he was safe and sound now.

Sometimes we all just need a little adventure in our day.  Hopefully, if we stumble into someone's yard other than our own, they will be so kind as to help us on our way home.  It was the least I could do.  I don't know if I will ever run into Hunter again, as I am sure his owners have bolted every exit he knew.

But, alas, we know, every dog has his day.  I do hope Hunter enjoyed his.  

*yuk