One of our dogs wandered off a few weeks ago. We kept thinking that he would come back home but it now looks like that won't happen. His name was Dawg. I know it's not an original name, but that was his name when he came to live with us. The people who lived across the road from us got behind on their rent and left in the middle of the night. They were in such a hurry that they left their dogs. Charlie and Dawg, were the names given to them by the children who lived there. They both kept a vigilant watch on the home place for a long time but their masters did not come back for them.
Jilda is tender hearted when it comes to animals so she kept food and water out so they wouldn't starve and after a few weeks, they took up residence at our house.
Dawg was a mix breed part Chow and part Labrador Retriever. He was a good natured dog with big round eyes and his coat was soft as the fur of a kitten. My niece Samantha could make him do tricks but every time I tried, he'd look at me is if I were joking. "You're kidding, right? You want me to shake? Get a life mister man!" He wouldn't do tricks for Jilda either but he was her protector. Every time she left the house, he made every step she made. He wasn't a mean dog but he growled at an approaching neighbor once when Jilda was working in her flower bed.
Dawg and Charlie were inseparable. Today when we all went for a walk to enjoy the first day of sunshine in weeks, Charlie would walk ahead and listen intently trying to hear his friend off in the distance. Normally Charlie is a happy-go-lucky dog but he seems depressed since losing his best friend. I can't say that I blame him.