We had a jolly and populous family Christmas: 18 humans and 7 dogs! The humans all got along and the dogs mostly did too.
Our unexpected visitor arrived as it was getting dark. No, it wasn't the ghost of Christmas past, present or future. It was dog number 8! While we were playing pass the package (we call it pass the parcel in England), cousin Scott went out with their minpin Napoleon. Along came a somewhat bedraggled large dog with leash attached. A quick check of her tags revealed that she was called Belle and lived on Bedford Street, about a mile and a quarter from here. Apparently, a neighbor had been walking her while her family was away from home for the day. Belle had been spooked by something and bolted. She looked somewhat like a Staffordshire terrier and was very friendly and well-behaved. An hour or two later, dog and family were happily reunited.
In parenthesis, I might add that Belle's mom is someone I hadn't met before but had corresponded with by email (re: this blog). It's a small world as they say and our favorite corner of it is right here in Carlisle!
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