It’s time for me to tell you about LeeRoy [the way I like to spell it–with class!]. LeeRoy adopted me, Marcy, and our then frozen garden in March of 2009. He is still in our garden in early September of 2009. He came and has never left the garden. Day and night, hot and cold, rain and shine, LeeRoy is a phenomenon to all who know and visit us. Our church family expects weekly reports on LeeRoy. So we have shared regularly with them. Some have suggested that I contact the “Dog Whisperer” and give him the challenge of coralling LeeRoy. But I don’t really know how to go about that. But now it’s time to open The LeeRoy Saga to you as well. I decided that the best way to do it is in installments. So if you can subscribe to my Notes RSS feed, they’ll arrive to you in your feed favorites. Or you can check back here from time to time to see what progress LeeRoy is making as winter closes in in New Hampshire.
The LeeRoy Sagas began like this:
One Sunday, this strange light brown and white dog came galloping through our yard, dragging his leather leash. I figured he was just passing through. He passed up the long driveway into and through our backyard, into and through our back field, through the opening into our back field and then sat.
Sometime later, looking perplexed and out of breath, two women came walking up our long driveway into and through our backyard, into and through the opening into our back field and then stopped. Of course, LeeRoy had bolted just as soon as he saw them. LeeRoy won’t let ANYONE get near him (reminds me of some people I know). Not even to help!
After several hours of calling his name and running from one field to the other (always far behind the illusive Akita mix), they gave up for the day.
That night, the dog slept near the tree line between it and our garden (see photo).
On Monday, the women were back again. We heard them out back and went out on the deck to watch. LeeRoy was running through the back field and into the neighbor’s back fields far from any human pursuers. We found out that the women worked for the SPCA which is about a block from our house. They had been caring for LeeRoy in their own home there on the property. They asked if we minded if they set out a dog trap for him. Of course we welcomed them to set it up on the side of the yard closest to where he spent his night (and out of the sight of the road).
They brought the huge cage in a white van. They carried it out. Set it up. And put his favorite bowl and blanket inside. They filled the bowl with tempting food. Then after some talk and having left us their phone numbers, they left. LeeRoy walked all around the cage and then planted himself about 10 feet away from the opening. We figured, it was just about time for him to go in since he hadn’t eaten in 24 hours. Night came and Marcy and I went to bed.
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