Another wayward blond

On my way home from work, I encountered this guy wandering the streets. He looks similar to the wayward blond I recently spotted in the area (possibly twice), but this one is definitely a male AND he was wearing a collar.
I circled the block a few times and squatted down a few yards in front of him (that method worked on Meatball), but he wasn't interested in being caught at all.
Honestly, I didn't really want to catch this guy but since he had a collar, I thought he deserved a chance. His owners deserve a lecture for not neutering him.

Wayward Boston Terrier

It never fails that after a storm, dogs come a running. In the past three days, we have seen three -- what I think was the blond dog from the last post again, a chow and today I caught a Boston Terrier.
No signs of a family searching for him yet, but I can't imagine someone isn't. Almost immediately upon posting a found dog ad on Craigslist I had a message from someone who wanted to take him. She wanted him for her daughter today. I was like, um, we are giving his owners a little more time. (As I hope someone would if they found any of our dogs.)
We can't foster little Meatball, as we started calling the Boston, so I think a neighbor will take over tomorrow.We still have Charlie Machete, although he is slated to spend the night with a potential adopter tomorrow. She is awesome, and I so hope she takes Machete permanently.
We really cannot manage three big dogs (two of whom don't get along) plus Scooby. It's wreaking havoc on our house, actually. And Machete is not the easiest guy to deal with. He is as stubborn as he is sweet and a touch unpredictable in certain situations. I have a good feeling about his potential adopter's ability to manage with his quirks. She is quite smitten with him after just one meeting, in fact. But if it is not a match, I don't know how much longer we can hold out.
Suffice it to say, the foster situation would be a lot easier if Machete was Meatball.

Wayward blond dog!

I just spotted her in the neighborhood. Timid. Maybe feral. She was blocking traffic. I pulled over and got out, but she darted. Good luck, pretty thing. You could be Machete's sister with that face.

Stuff a rock in it

As Anonymous remarked on the previous post, a suspect was apprehended in the case of the Trolley Trail attacks. I admit that does make me a feel a little safer when I'm traversing the neighborhood alone with our pack.

Of course, I realize that bad things can happen anytime, anywhere and to anyone. Our house happens to be located on an emergency route, and so wailing sirens remind us of this fact several times a day. And although I genuinely feel that we are surrounded by a lot of great neighbors, sketchy things happen regularly in our general area. (For proof, check out the highy addictive crime mapping tool on the KCMO police department's website.)

Earlier this summer, I was inside a nearby liquor store when a fight broke out because the cashier asked some unruly guys to leave. Not many weeks before that, someone smashed the window of one of our vehicles with the chunk of concrete pictured above.

I have to remind myself not to get too worked up when these things happen. Life is unpredictable and as unfair as it is beautiful. The best we can do is try to be prepared for the bad things without obsessing on them, attempt to remain rational whenever the nastiness goes down, and make the best of the situation after the fact.

Zach's solution after the vehicle break-in: Turn that rock into a piece of our landscape.