Look who escorted us on our walk this morning.
Roxy, of course, was immediately infatuated, lunged constantly trying to play with him and tangled our leads.
With all the flies, humidity, tangled leads, Bella and I stopping to read pee-mail, and finally rain; SHE was turning the air blue with her HBO words.
SHE said it was a horrible walk!
We don't know what's SHE's talking about, we enjoyed it.
We're hoping he finds his way home. He isn't skinny and very friendly and we think with the thunder last night he might have got out of his yard. If he's still around tomorrow, we'll call the Ranger.
He appears to be a greyhound/wolfhound mix.