First off, Oliver’s opening segment on TDS had me in tears, so west coast folks, set your alarms. If Stewart never comes back, I wouldn’t care. Oliver is just that funny.
Speaking of funny, I was talking to my neighbor and we both started laughing about the various town dogs that have roamed around, and two favorites came to mind. The first was Sandy (and I had to call mom to remember her name), who was just this stray who was terrified of everyone. She basically lived underneath the pine trees in the Miller’s back yard right next to my parents, but everyone on my block fed her. She was basically the best fed stray in the history of the universe.
So this went on all through the spring and summer, and everyone kept trying to approach her and failed, because she would just run like hell. At the same time, everyone on both sides of the alley on the block was feeding her. So she just stayed there, afraid of everyone, but pretty well fed and with tons of people to adopt her. Eventually, the fall and winter came around, and still she would not let anyone near her, and she was still living outside.
So, something completely normal for this type of community happened. Mr. Mitchell, the neighbor on the other side of the alley from the Miller’s where Sandy stayed, rustled up a bunch of wood, went across the alley onto the Miller’s property, and spent a day building a dog house for Sandy. And everyone was happy. Eventually, Sandy broke down and let humans near her, and she was adopted.
Story #2- There used to be a town beagle named Barney. He was actually owned by Rusty, but he was kind of a town dog. We have leash laws, but Barney was kind of exempt because he was such a good dog. Plus, he was kind of timid, he’d been dumped on a backroad and Rusty and family nursed him mentally and physically back to life.
Barney had daily routines and a circuit he took. One of his favorite early and then again late afternoon stops was at Millie’s. Millie was a mainly blind and a little bit deaf elderly Jack Russell Terrier (who also was kind of exempted from the leash law) who lived across the street from me. I guarantee at least ten times I was driving down the street to my house, and Millie was sound asleep in the middle of the street, and I would have to get out of the car and move her out of the street before I could put the car in the garage. She was also a yippy dog, always barking at the imaginary things she couldn’t see or hear.
The best thing about Barney, though, is that since the town is kind of like brigadoon right smack dab in the middle of good Appalachian woods, we have loads and loads of deer. Barney was a deer chaser, so everyone who didn’t have a fence loved him, because he would chase off all the deer and save their gardens. My friend Bill, of Bill and Jill/Ills notoriety, swears that his garden is 1/2 as productive since Barney died.
I have no pithy ending, I just thought these were funny stories.