'Staffy' knocking at our door.

I've written before about how stray dogs seem to gravitate towards me when they're lost even though I do nothing to encourage it. Well perhaps some of my magical abilities have rubbed off onto my partner because on the weekend the most adorable, female, Staffordshire terrier came knocking at our door.

The dog could see in through our screen door so could clearly see my partner (who likes to use the online name of 'Enigma' so from now on I'll refer to her by name). Perhaps it was the 'I want a dog' vibes that she's been sending out of late? Unfortunately the two cats (Casper and Gizzy) and I outvote her so there's no chance of us getting a dog at the moment.

Anyway back to 'Staffy' (because I can't keep calling her 'the dog'). Staffy was pretty stressed about her situation but must have decided that our house looked pretty good because she really wanted to come inside and see if anyone she knew was home. Casper isn't a very sociable cat when it comes to dogs (think attack cat) so we couldn't let Staffy inside. Enigma rounded up Gizzy from my studio and brought her inside whilst I led Staffy into our back garden where she would be safe whilst we waited for the council dog catcher to come and collect her.

Staffy, as I said, was adorable. Very well trained and more than willing to follow basic commands like 'come here', 'sit' and 'stay' from anyone. After she'd explored the back garden to see if anyone she knew was there I let her come into my studio. My couch never stood a chance. Without hesitation she jumped up onto it and made herself comfortable. Stretching all the way out, back legs fully extended behind her. If you sat down next to her she would move closer to you.

I'm sure I could've kept her off the couch but both cats sleep on it and Staffy was pretty stressed. We had a while to wait for the dog catcher to come over from another call out. Staffy seemed to relax a bit once settled on the couch, after a feed and some water. She sat quietly and got some shut eye while Enigma and I ate lunch at the table I have in my studio.

Our council's dog catcher is a pretty nice bloke. I got to know him relatively well from my time as an elected member of council. When he arrived he assured us that someone would probably call for such a well looked after and friendly dog. Enigma told him the dog had a tattoo that indicated it was micro chipped - so there is every chance Staffy found her way home.

I do kind of wonder how confusing it all must have been for Staffy. Clearly she was upset because she whimpered and whined about her predicament quite a bit before she settled down. However she was quite happy to go with the dog catcher, who was able to put a lead around her neck with no objection from Staffy whatsoever. Perhaps she was glad that she was on the move again, going somewhere else to see if she could find someone she knew.