It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to
If I could read, which I can't (canine literacy levels are dropping something awful) I might have read The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings. If I did, I'd have read that quote. However, without ever having lost a bone chewing moment to the written word, I can still make use of that line in the telling of something that's just happened to me.
The other day, just after I stepped out of my door, I got quite a surprise. One of my dog brethren was walking by, no owner in sight. This put Mum in a state and the upshot of it all is that she asked this fellow if he'd like to move in with us for a while.
So I have spent the past two days training this newcomer to the ways of the schnauzer. As in, do not get up on my couch. And if I don't want you on my couch, how likely is that I am going to make room on the bed for you? See this ball, it's for chasing and see those dogs treats, they're for not.
He is a stray, Mum says, though I'd say he's of the terrier sort. See, a decent law abiding schnauzer can't mind his business in peace these days.
Here I am, enjoying my personal space.
And here is the one who invaded it.