Today, I pulled up to the house around 3:45. As I was parking the car, a dog crossed the street in front of me. And it was my Bantley. He had slipped his collar or wiggled out of it. Either way, he wasn't wearing it.
I got out of the car and called him, and he just looked at me. He came a little closer, but then he bolted. And that isn't like Bantley at all. Heathen #2 went into the house to find his collar for me. He immediately came back outside and told me, "Mom, that isn't Bantley. Bantley's inside!"
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| Bantley is on the right. |
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| This is the stray. |
Can you believe how much they look alike? We coaxed the stray inside finally around 5 pm. None of us recognized him from the neighborhood. So we now have a house guest until tomorrow afternoon when I can run him up to the SPCA.
Right now, the three of them are having a ball playing together. Poor Duchess won't be able to move tomorrow. She's getting a little old for this. But at least Bantley has someone to keep up with him!
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