I have a big ol black dog sleeping on my floor now. My tubing crew dropped him by after reading a post and having this boy follow them back to base.

They hooked me up with food while they try to discover his owners, and in the meantime I'm his.

He's a beautiful, well behaved pit bull. Got to have a family somewhere, maybe scared away by Fourth of July fireworks.

I took him for a walk and he pulls heavy, but he heeled and sat when commanded. He's currently laying at my feet and seems really happy to be off the street.

wtf...

Update: In the early morning I woke up and remembered I had a dog in the house, and I called for him. He came up on the bed, layed on his back and cuddled up against my body. Happy birthday to me! He's got to belong to somebody!

I opened my door, it's still dark outside, and he walked outside for a few moments. Now he's back on my bed. I think I'll join him...

God I hope he don't have fleas. I had my place flea cleaned a few years ago when Piper brought them in. We just went for an 0700 walk along the creek without a lease. I'm not considering myself a pet owner at this point, just a foster. He's a sweet dog, somebody must be missing him!

For my birthday present, Daniel undid the wire holding the bird feeder, and we removed the squirrel blocking cones that weren't working anyway, and turned it into a runner line.