I had an interesting morning. Typically lost dogs gravitate to my house since we have a kennel of sled dogs.
I woke up hearing the dogs go nuts outside. As I let the housedogs out and stumbled around, no contacts in, Annabelle a black and tan alaskan husky ran around the side of the house to do her business. I thought she'd came back around but apparently lack of contacts makes me Blind as a Bat, because I began to wonder why she looked lighter in color than normal, if she'd rolled in something. As I began to pat "her" I realized I was petting a dog that was not my own. It was a friendly male, blue tick coon hound. No collar or tags but a healthy and well fed four leggers. Wow... at that point I got him in a collar and tethered him to a tree while I put my contacts in and got some coffee :)
Apparently, he'd come down to the kennel to find himself a girlfriend... he was intact. 99% of my dogs are altered, thank goodness. I've taken some pictures, called the local vets and PD's and now we wait. He's a happy boy, literally levitating (all four legs off the ground when he leaps) in excitement when he sees us.
Fingers crossed he finds his owner and they are nice folks... he may be a "bear hunting dog" for hunters up here, but he's pretty friendly if that's the case. Thank goodness I closed up my chickens last night or there would have been a massacre this morning. Also, I really hope he wasn't dumped.