A surprising number of you have emailed me to ask what happened to the dog. If you’ve read my last Advanced Fiction Writing E-zine, you’ll remember that on the day I left for a writing conference three weeks ago, a stray dog showed up on our back porch. And I’m not a dog person, so I told my wife NOT to feed it. So of course, she fed it.
Somehow, in the twists and turns of writing about the conference, I forgot to say what happened to the dog.
Here’s what happened to the dog. She’s lying on a blanket in our dining room, making herself very much at home, ignoring the bowl of dog food, and stealing cat food.
She’s also terrorizing the cats. We have a twenty-pound-plus cat named Zephyr who doesn’t do much running. Today, after a Powerful Emotional Experience with the dog, Zephyr took off running about as fast as any cat has ever run. Our #2 cat Rocky also had a run-in with the dog, which ended with Rocky racing off at top speed and the dog barking like a banshee.
We haven’t been able to find the owner of this dog, and my wife and daughters really want to keep her. Our neighbor wants her for a hunting dog. The humane society said that if nobody claims her in a month, we can keep her.
I think we’re going to keep her. She really is a beautiful dog, although she needs a little training. OK, she needs a LOT of training. She grins a lot, so we’ve named her Happy. She runs like the wind.
My wife and daughters promised that they’d take care of Happy if I let them keep her. I should have known how long that would last. They flew to Colorado today for a speech tournament. They’re going to be gone for four days. And they left me to take care of Happy.
So that’s what happened to the dog. I’m trying to figure out if I’m happy about this. I know the cats are horribly unhappy. But Happy is happy.