A Visitor

On my return from my run this morning, I came back to the gate to find a small mongrel puppy barking at me. Now, I am new to the area, and my first thought was that I was lost and come to the wrong house. However, the gate opened when I pressed the button on my keys. The dog came running up to me and rolled on to her back wagging her tail as if we were long lost friends. My second thought, I must admit, was that Father Christmas had come early. Unfortunately, for me I think it is about 6 years too early. I would love to have a dog, but at the moment I am moving around every few years to different countries, and I am not ready to settle down, even for a cute petit blonde. The dog is now sat on the mat below me, reluctant to be parted from my feet. I will have to go around the neighbours and see if they know where she belongs, although I am not looking forward to saying goodbye to her.