Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

Himer, the Dog

Himer, the Dog

There has been a lot of reader comment on the abandoned Labrador retriever I’ve taken an interest in. I haven’t seen Him/Her (Himer) for several days but have put food out every evening. I put it in a clear plastic container and check the following day.

It appears that either Himer is taking it to a safer place or the telephone company service technician doesn’t like the location I’ve chosen next to one of their little service towers. These towers are those green metal things spaced about in the country. They stick up about a yard high and in the snow make a good reference point. Anyway I think Himer is taking the bowl off to a safe place because I see big paw prints.

When I put the food down I whistle like I do for the cats. If he’s watching from a hidden location at least he can associate the sound with his mysterious benefactor.

I thought about tracking him but decided against it. Right now a confrontation would be traumatic and probably do more harm than good. If the dog is getting enough to eat things will probably be all right, if there aren’t some other issues stemming from malnutrition or cold weather injuries. So far the winter has been mild and we are getting into January, the first of the two really cold months.