Labor day weekend the American Legion was having a big bar-b-q dinner and my friend was the DJ. I stayed very late to help load up equipment and when leaving I saw a very ghost-like shape across the road from me rather stumbling along, in and out of the bushes, the woods, the darkness - big, white, long-haired, spooky.
I stopped, rolled down my window, and attempted to talk to it - but it sped up. Me too. We jogged back and forth for a while and finally I got out and being very careful, came close. It let me and I could see/smell the ruffled, matted coat packed with mud and debris. I spoke nice to it; it had no collar and being as how I had a leash with me in my pickup I finally managed to loop it around it's head. It then followed me everywhere (but I couldn't get it up in the truck bed) so in the cab it went (what a mess!). I checked the shelters, newspapers, asked around, - nothing. Nice, wonderful, gentle giant; turns out she is an Kuvasz and has been living with me ever since. So ya see how my holiday went; rescued and made friends with a pooch.
Panama City, FL
