When your morning is interrupted... unexpectedly!

 I was sitting very nicely on the back porch on Sunday morning enjoying the nice morning - eating breakfast, having coffee while waiting to start my day with Estate Sales (yep, my life now).  When THIS comes walking through the yard.

It's at this point you find out if you are a dog person or not.  I'm a NOT.  I guess the trauma of the Keel's dog attaching me has long lasting results as this freaked me out... yes, I'm now inside because OMG, what the heck, I'm NOT appreciating this dog in my backyard.  YIKES!  I ran into the house...

The sad fact was s/he was friendly.  I was NOT.  eeek!

AFTER I regrouped and talked myself into the fact his tail was wagging and he was smiling at me I went outside and said "OK, it's time for you to go home, come on, follow me" and walked to the walk gate... s/he followed me out just fine, I shut the gate in her/his face.  Poor puppy was actually whining at me as we were walking to the gate... I have zero cares... get OUT.  I'm not a dog person as seen by my internal and external reactions to a big dog just "showing up" in my back yard.  Sigh.

How did s/he get in?  The truck gate has a massive hole where the edges on both sides are broken off from a lawnmower hit.  So I assume s/he just wiggled her/his fluffy butt right through that hole.

I went in and got dressed to go to sales with Liz and Barbara... I did go out and holler for him once to see if s/he was still there... nope, moved on.  GOOD!!!

I reached out to the neighbor to see if it was their dog.  NOPE.  Still a mystery!  NOT a nice way to start your day but sure gets my blood pumping.