A Place To Ponder
Carol, you wanted me to write a ponder about our dog. Well, here goes. Our dog's name is Lobie. We met her when we were living in NW Arkansas - just east of the Okla border. In fact Okla was on the other side of our back yard. Our house was just outside of the city limits and we had woods on 2 sides of our house. We had just moved to this house and Lobie came out of the woods. She was so skinny you could see her ribs. The hair on her back was stiff and prickly and she looked pretty scared. She came up to my husband, John and me with her head down and her tail between her legs. There was not a leash ordinance in our area so the neighbor's dogs ran free and their owners kept their food bowls outside. Well, the chidren were all afraid of Lobie because they thought she was a coyote. The neighbors didn't like her because she was eating their dog's food. So the sheriff was looking for Lobie. We noticed that every time the sheriff came around, Lobie disappeared into the woods. We thought she was a pretty smart dog. Well, every time she came out of the woods she would come visit us. We felt really sorry for her but we were not looking for a dog, although we didn't have one. We were getting ready to go on vacation for about 2 weeks and thought this was not the best time to adopt her, but we were growing kind of attached to her. We bought a big bag of dog food and asked our neighbor down the road to feed her while we were gone and if she was still there when we got back we were going to adopt her. Oh yes, she was going to have puppies. Well, the sheriff decided to leave her alone until her puppies came. When we got back from vacation, she came out from under the neighbor's deck (the one who was feeding her) she herded her 5 puppies to our house and under our back porch. So we named her Lobie-short for lobo (because she looks like a coyote or wolf) except for her round eyes. She has been with us now for 10 years. She is the sweetest dog I have ever known. We gave the puppies away. We think she understands what we say and sometimes it seems she understands what we think. I wish I could send a picture of her, but I don't know how.
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