If you're going to be a stray dog, our neighborhood in Virginia is definitely the place to be.
Yesterday a Jack Russel intact male was found wandering the neighborhood. He was wearing a jacket that was too big for him. DH & I tried to coax him into our car but Bruce (he just looks like a Bruce) was skittish and ran the other way. We circled around a few times looking for him but couldn't find him.
THis morning, I let our dog out to pee and Bruce was on the sidewalk in front of our house. The dogs greeted each other but Bruce still wouldn't let me near him. When I told DH, he came out and tracked Bruce to our neighbor's house. The neighbor put a dog bed out on their porch and Bruce was curled up in it.
This afternoon I spotted Bruce, sans jacket, wandering across the one major road in our subdivision.
DH then spotted Bruce again walking up our street. He coaxed Bruce into our yard with salmon treats. In the meantime, the neighbors had called animal control who'd set up a humane trap for him.
I called animal control again and they came to pick Bruce up. It took a bit of coaxing but the animal control guy got Bruce on a leash and into the truck without too much trouble.
I'm really hoping someone is looking for him. He appears well fed and groomed but he does have an injury to a rear leg. Someone needs to claim him. I can not have Bruce. Nope. Not me. Even though I named him Bruce. And DH asked if we can find out what happens to him. And we've got first dibs for adoption since we turned him in. No no no. One crazy cattle dog/hound cross is enough. No Bruce.