I look out the window to see a big German Shepherd pulling hard on the makeshift leash my children had put around her neck. At the other end of the leash was oldest DS, struggling in vain to gain some control over the exuberant, and powerful dog. I call the police, while keeping an anxious eye on the situation outside.
In the past, during the few occasions when we've had stray dogs, I've had my children inside the house while the dog stayed outside , awaiting the Police's arrival. But this dog is appealing and cute and adorable. She is intimidating in size, yet her nature exudes fun and goodwill. My children want to stay with her; and they are soon joined by others. The dog is offered water. Pictures are taken. We fantasize about keeping her. Soon, the HP Police arrive to pick her up.
Later, we find out her name is "Nica" and that she lives in the next cul-de-sac. Four, cute, little blond boys knock on the front door within the hour to thank us for finding her. Awww...that's proper etiquette for you. Of course, I don't tell them about the damage on our newly-stained deck when Nica ran through it. Nor the scratches and bruises inflicted on Jared as he was dragged by Nica. Who cares....just look at that cutie-patooteee face!
