Sunday, September 16, 2007

Oreo

Down the street lives a family with an adorable black and white dog named Oreo. Now Oreo has a problem. He is an only dog. Sort of like being an only child and both his parents work. Now, the husband has a habit of leaving the gate open and Oreo will come down here during the day. Why? Because he can go into our backyard and play, through the fence, with the dogs on either side of us. Each of our neighbors has two dogs and it's so funny to look out and see Oreo running up and down one side of the yard or the other and the two dogs, on either side of the fence, racing with him. He looks so happy! He will often sleep outside there and eat leftover food the stray cats don't finish. He's one happy dog. When his mom gets home and finds the gate open she knows where to find him and comes down to take him home. Sometimes she sends her husband, because after all, it was he who left the gate open. So, Saturday night there's someone with a flashlight walking around our yard. The doorbell rings and I'm thinking it must be the police or something. I open the door a crack, chain on the door and say, "yes?". "It's just Oreo's mom," came the reply. She realized the flashlight must look suspicious and said she didn't want to scare us, but she'd just gotten home and her husband had once again left the gate open and Oreo got out. We laughed about her always knowing where to find him. He's a very sweet dog and we don't mind him hanging out and she's happy knowing she won't have to go far to find him.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hail to the Froofie Dog