He was skiddish, but friendly. I didn’t know any neighbors, so I brought him into the garage for the night. I felt bad because my two were in the warm house, but at least this one would be safe and fed.
The next day I had my son and his friend take the dog throughout the neighborhood and ask if anyone recognized him. An hour later, I see my son walking back with an empty leash.
It turns out, the dog broke loose from my son’s hands and ran a mile back to my house. He was now and curled up in my garage.
This time, when night fell, I put the visiting dog in the den, with baby gates up. In the morning, I wake up to see him curled up in a small corner, next to my bed. He jumped the gate and found his way upstairs to our room.
My husband said, “I think you have a third dog.â€
