Boomerang

So, a couple of weeks ago, a new dog started showing up around this ghetto.  Eleanor, I believe, first picked him up and brought him home, and Pat printed up some signs to find his owner.  It was clear the dog was loved, as he is a sweet dog, so we put up signs around town.  He speaks English, and is well mannered for the most part, but not partly obedient.  In any event, he stayed at Randall's for a couple of nights, and then at my place for a couple of nights, and then Jeni decided she wanted to keep him.  We jokingly named him Spike, and then quickly changed it to Scout, largely because he has a tendency to wander.  Which would soon become a problem...

About a week ago, a friend, Lee, was in the bar, saw the dog, and said "Hey, that's Buddy."  Not Spike or Scout.  Interesting.  It turns out that the dog's owners went back to Canada, decided not to take Buddy, and were going to put him down when Lee said he would watch after him.  But Lee is gone all day, and Buddy could only be left in the house all day.  When Buddy got out, he would run away.  And so that's when we found him.  

So, Buddy was staying at Jeni and Eleanor's, but every day he would find his way all the way down the hill to the bar, where he would spend his days.  This arrangement seemed to be working out fine, except that Eleanor would constantly worry about Buddy, and Buddy would start to cause problems at the bar by laying down in the bodega, office, or women's restroom and, feeling cornered, would snarl when we would try to move him quickly.  He doesn't bite, but he definitely could scare customers and bartenders.  So, I kicked him out of the bar.  And kicked him out.  And kept kicking him out.  And he kept coming back.  Jeni decided to have a talk with Lee and ask him to take newly named Boomerang "Boomer" back.  (Buddy never answered to Buddy, but seems to like Boomer, and it's perfectly fitting).  

But staying with Lee isn't really a good option.  Staying at Eleanor and Jeni's causes stress because he is always down here.  So, after virtually no thought, I decided he's welcome to stay with me.  I will leave him tied to a rope at my house if he keeps trying to come in the bar, he will sleep at my house, he will feel at home at my house, and still be here in the ghetto where he seems very happy.  I don't know why Boomer is in our lives right now, but he is, and I've just decided to accept it and love it for what it is.  Boomerang is now part of the family.  

That being said, if anyone (preferably with a fenced in yard) wants a super-sweet dog, come meet Boomer.  I'm sure he'd love someone to really love him like he deserves.