At least I hope he's still here and outside. Cherty Pie Barker is his mentor, and she's inside because it's stormy outside. (wants out right now, though)
Little Bob Porcellino. Just about the most timid dog I've ever met. For a few days the only way I could pet him was to reach over Cherty to touch him. And he's almost afraid to eat. Somebody thinks they may have found his previous owners. Not sure I'm ready to give him back, if that's true.
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Some people I met today at a yard sale mentioned that all of the stray dogs they had except one had been abused by previous owners. :(
I've had two that weren't obviously abused. And I've always wondered if one wasn't the reincarnation of the other.
Little Starr appeared in the neighborhood, found people to feed him, jobs to do "Little Starr's Escort Service--do you need to be walked to school or work at some ungodly hour when you haven't humans to walk with you--call me, I'm your guy!"
Buster was equally at home wherever he was. Eventually decided that here was a good place.
But four of the current five were rather obviously abused strays--there have been others. The fifth, Hildegarde von B., was raised by people I know.
LittleBob is starting to settle in. He loves Cherty Pie and is finding all her hiding places, to her mild annoyance--how can you stay really annoyed at a little dog who licks your chin whenever he wonders if he's made you mad? But he's still really weird on the subject of food. And decidedly unhappy if I pick him up.
I would really like to have another dog but my work is way too unpredictable --the dogs keep thinking they have lost me and go looking for someone else - - like my high school days--- taking them with me is out of the question so i guess it's just to doggone bad for me. :-/
You might have been able to take Buster. He seemed to love work-sites. Suddenly appeared at break time. But around here his territory was huge, and occasionally he didn't make it back for a day or two. Once it was six weeks. And that time somebody brought him back, let him out of the truck, waited to see if he was welcome (yes! yes! yes!), then waved and drove off. I later found where he'd been--not all that far away.
(This little guy looks a bit like Buster, but good grief, he's not at all like him.)