I trapped the Pigdog...

As some of you will recall, I find a lot of dogs in my neighborhood. Most of the time, I give them some food and they go away again (Wendy, Scabby, Mite Mite). Some of the time I take them in, love them, spend lots of cash on them, and they die horrible deaths anyway (Kareem). But there has been one dog, one constant, who has neither left nor allowed me to catch him.


Until now!


Yesterday, Pigdog followed me into the yard. Pigdog, a terrier mix of some kind, has been living behind my hedge for over a year now, and I feed him daily, but he never lets me come close.


Don't get me wrong... he still won't, but now he's got a water dish, blanket, food dish, and a few toys. He's carved out a little place for himself behind a bush near my back fence, and while he doesn't want to play with Dave or cuddle me... he seems ok. Not too upset about the change of scenery. He likes tuna juice. He rarely barks. He likes to lie in the sun.


Will he become a pet? Will he run away? Will he bite me when my back is turned?


In other news, I am still fat and pregnant. I made a really good pot of beef stew because it is cold enough to eat such things, though I burned the muffins. I am drinking ginger tea, reading, sending out the October birthday gifts (everyone is a Libra or a Scorpio!) and taking a little breather.


Oh, and I sent out the kiddie novel to an agent... at long last. Wish me luck?