Once upon a time, there was a dog.....

Meet Hamish, the whippett cross dog who arrived at approximately 530pm last night and took up his position on the door mat looking rather sad at me through the glass. Goodness knows where he came from but he wasn’t for leaving. My friend Liza popped round for 10 minutes and as she was leaving, told me I’d probably still be chatting to him in an hour or so. Well, she was right. I was pretty certain if I let it in the house, Mr Not-so-fond-of-dogs wouldn’t be too happy to have a stray dog wandering around the house however when he got home from the gym, he took one look at the sad eyes and agreed to bring him inside. Couldn’t find any details on the collar other than a number so we phoned the council to see if he could be picked up – apparently they don’t do that after hours, so we had to entertain poor Hamish (I named him, how ridiculous) until the next morning. Bob went out for dog food and came back with extra treats and a lead, he just couldn’t resist. We even took him out for a walk later that night in the pissing rain. We couldn’t help but think that Hamish was having a good chuckle to himself that we were being so kind to him when he probably does this kind of thing all the time. He was certainly taking to the nice comfy blankie we had put in the corner of the laundry and he wasn’t for getting off it. He didn’t even sniff at the ball that we rolled his way, nor did he even let out a bark for the entire time we was with us. Ah well, we’ll never know his life story. Bob took him in the car to work with him this morning and between you and me, I think he developed a wee soft spot for him. He swore he would never have a dog but I reckon he could be persuaded.....give him 20 years and he might come round! So the dog was picked up by the council, apparently an experienced escapee called Santa. He had us wrapped round his little finger, the sneaky wee mutt. It was fun though, if only for a short while. Who knows if he’ll pay us a visit again, now that he knows what great hosts we are. Maybe we’ll get some extra Pedigree Chum in, just in case.