Picture a young, gangling, yellow
Labrador Retriever with a big goofy grin, tongue hanging out, and a
tail constantly on the wag. There you have George. No collar, but
not a stray. Youthfully slim, but obviously well-fed. Just a roamer. One of those who
opens the gate or jumps the fence during the day when nobody's home
and roams the neighborhood with joy in his heart and lots of energy
in his active body.
What George's real name was, I never
found out. I just petted him and held him and called him George.
The first time he showed up, we were in
the back yard with our four dogs, and he appeared gaping and grinning
over the chain link fence at all these new friends he'd found. His
whole demeanor yelled, “Hi guys! I'm here! Let's have fun!”