Guns, Dogs and Blades QnA

I had a dog find me once. He was pretty old and about half deaf. It was the morning after Independence Day. He was soaking wet and on my front porch when he found me. I named him Gus and he responded well to that name. I made up some "found dog" posters and posted them around town. I suppose Social media would have worked better but it did not exist at the time but the posters did work.

You should have seen the dogs reaction when his owner pulled into the driveway in a beautiful black first generation Camaro. He was running back and forth between him and me like a big THANK YOU! The dogs' real name was Travis. He was about three miles from home.

I took the dog with me when I put up the posters. We walked from my house and he minded well.
When it came time to cross the highway, he did not want to go. Unknowingly to me, it was in the opposite direction of where his house (still 2 miles away) was but he kind of knew where he was at that point I guess. He was almost pointing the way to his home but he finally listened to me and we crossed the road to the supermarket where the dogs' owner saw the lost dog poster.