I hadn't done my exercises two days running due to early morning vet appointments so I was determined to get them done this morning. I had just settled into one of the most relaxing of them when Hub appeared at the door and asked, "Why is there a Lab in the back yard?"
One of those "What?" moments. Sure enough there was a Lab puppy in the yard running circles around an obviously enthused Bacchus. By the time I found shoes and a coat, they had progressed to the deck and Bacchus was exhausted.
Hub said he'd corral the pup and get it back outside the fence then look for a hole. He wasn't gone two minutes when he was back in the doorway. "No hole," he says. "He just cleared four feet of fence with room to spare."
I had him call a vigilant neighbor to find out who in the hood might have a Lab pup. No answer when we phoned so I closed it in the shop and headed to the neighbors. Yep. Meet Emily. A rambunctious handful. If Bacchus wasn't in such precarious shape I'd love to have her visit on a regular basis, but the time for such exertion, I'm sorry to say, has passed.
He's asleep now, here with me, in the office. I'm sure he's expended his quotient of energy for the day. But for one bright, shining moment he got to be a puppy again. Not a bad way to end the week.