When the granddaughters got here after school, they played with Blondie, and loved her to pieces. The feelings were mutual.
Until the renter's kids informed them it was their dog, and her name was... I don't remember, something different than Blondie. Of course the girls were upset, almost to the point of crying.
So I knocked on the renter's door and asked Vickie, "Do you want this dog?"
She answered with a resounding "NO!"
"Well," I told her, "We're getting ready to spend quite a bit of money on her, and I'd surely be glad for you to take that responsibility."
"No, I don't want her."
"Then would you please tell your kids (one enters college this fall) not to torment my granddaughters about whose dog it is?"
"I heard that conversation," she said, "and I talked to them about it."
I told her Blondie can be a neighborhood dog. I don't care who feeds her scraps and I don't care who plays with her. Just don't taunt my granddaughters. If I'm paying the dog's bills, she is MY dog.
So, an hour or so later, I saw Marvin's youngest boy calling Blondie. When she didn't want to follow him, he picked her up and headed home with her. As luck would have it, his mom was nearby. So I confronted her.
"Is that little female dog yours?" I asked. I didn't mention that I knew it was a friend of theirs who had dumped the dog.
"No," she answered, as emphatically as Vicki had. "We have enough dogs!" (Amen to that, sister.)
So I told her of our plans, and that I'd seen her boy carrying the dog over there. And she told her kids, right then, to leave the dog alone, that I was going to take care of it. And said, "I'm so glad you guys are going to take her."
The thing is, all the neighbor kids will have Blondie's company anyhow. She will have the run of this dead-end road. Once they realize everybody gains (and good ole Cliff pays the tab), they should all be happy.
And for those of you worrying about Blondie being cold this winter? You must have forgotten about Mandy's old pen, the one we still use for Sadie sometimes if we're going to be gone all day. There's a snug nest made out of bales of hay there, and Blondie will fit nicely.