The cold finally drove this vagabond inside. Sunday evening was water and bread with peanut butter. Same thing this morning and lunch. Slowly began to trust me. The last time I went to the barn he was at the door, but retreated when I entered. But the inevitable--the township police. First one with mere gloves. Seeing the animal, he called back-up with a loop. I don't want a dog, but my heart went out to this one as they walked him to the car. I tried to be upbeat: "hope this is the worst you see today, thanks."
Some kind of mastiff breed? Trained, anyway. As soon as he got out the barn door he peed; as the officer nudged, pushed and finally half-lifted him into the cruiser he pooped on the officer's shoe. "Can I get you paper towels?" Nah! That one was not inclined to fraternize with civilians.
