Murphy

This is Murphy. He showed up here this morning; he must have shimmied under the gate. Luckily, he was wearing a collar with a rabies tag from a vet clinic about 20 miles away. I called them, and they were able to give me his name, and his owner's name and number. I don't recognize the owner's name. There was no answer, so I left a message that I have his dog.

Murphy is a very sweet dog. Sits on command, takes treats very politely from your hand, and is being driven crazy by burrs all over. He has longish, curly hair, so they are well stuck. I'm hesitant to do much about the burrs. Although he seems very sweet, I don't want to take the chance of him not liking his tail or his feet touched.

I have him in the kitchen, separated from my two. My two do well together, but throw a third in and the balance of power gets all wonky. They seem to do fine outside, but I'm not chancing it in the house where things are more confined.

I don't know how long Murphy's been gone, if he escaped from someone who was dogsitting him for the holiday, or if he lives down the road. I do hope the owner calls me back though.