The dog catcher in my neighborhood is a very zealous collector of stray dogs. He has been outwitted by three
streetwise adventurers that only set out after six. It makes Rex very happy because he loves to be with his own kind. (and don't we all.)

They come to see Rex after the dog catcher has gone home and they run up and down the fence barking furiously and Rex does the same and they have a great time together. When
they are all tired, they nestle down in the grass and look
in at Rex and he looks at them. They are obviously communicating.

These three dogs live in the neighborhood a couple of streets over and are owned by someone who doesn't bother
with the niceties of dog rearing. They have no tags or
collars. They are free spirits and street smart enough to
avoid traffic. They confine their activities to the baseball field behind us. They are generic black and brown
dogs whose 57 varieties of ancestors are combined in a very
interesting way. I love them and am always glad when they show up. It is our after dinner entertainment.

Happy All Hallows Eve.