A puppy followed my father home today. This threw the entire family, two households in a quandry, but I didn't put the puppy in my backyard. Eventually a neighbor lady with kids took it-he was a young lab, just as sweet as could be, and I'm glad it ended well.
I stopped in the first place because my parent's door and windows were shut up tight at 10 am, not a usual thing. I saw the puppy on the porch and imagined he was the cause, but I needed to be sure.
I don't want to be critical of my parents, but the door closed made me sad. It was saying "there is nothing I can do," but in my world, there is always something you can do. Even if its to give the dog a ride to the local animal shelter.
I know of two other houses that were watching the dog, not wanting it to get hurt, but not wanting to take it in. I had made up my mind that by this evening it would have shelter and food, then I would drive it to the shelter tomorrow.