Oh my goodness, what a day I’ve had so far! It all started with a telephone call at 6:45 a.m. from my good friend, Betsy, saying she had a problem but it was a good one and she needed to come over. I jumped out of bed and threw on my bathrobe and a pair of warm-ups and met her at the door (keep in mind that I had had no caffeine at this point) and Betsy said “I need a leash”. My mind immediately raced thinking that my daughter, Alecia, and Betsy were in cahoots to get me another dog. That was not the case. There before me was a very handsome young male-with-a-mission to find some sweet unsuspecting female if you get my drift that Betsy found wandering. To make a long story short, at 9:00 a.m. he was turned over to our local police in the hopes that someone would report him missing. In the short time he was here he managed to “water” every plant and scrub in my yard and then he jumped over the fence to continue his quest. I saw him go and called him back and he looked at me and then he looked at Rozie and decided okay, I’ll go back. And then it started to rain. So, there I am standing in my backyard in my bathrobe with two wet dogs. In the back of my mind I was forming a plan and decided I would let him in the house and besides, I was getting all wet. Being the young male that he is he immediately “watered” a houseplant in the dining room. Ugh!!! Rain or no rain, we went back outside. Because of his young age I cannot decide if he is a lab or a golden but he did know the “sit” command and he certainly understood “no”. Now I’m feeling very guilty. I’m thinking I should head to my son’s house and get a crate and if his owners do not claim him, take him right to the vet to have a certain alteration done. Tell me what you think, lab or golden?