LMRC

a doberman is bigger than a possum
muuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bigger

when the landlord had come by to check out the pipe situation last weekend, he was looking under the house and in a startled voice exclaimed "there's a big dog under your house"

I calmly replied,"are you sure it isn't a possum or a coon?"
"it cant be my cat as the poor dear died recently"

"hmmmm, maybe so" he replied

it wasn't until after he had gone that I decided to try cutting of the hot water valve to see if I could at least get just cold water---cold is better than nothing, especially with the bladder the size of a pea

so I go out back to check it out and of course, the babies go with me
they start having a caniption fit, barking towards under the house
before I could ask what was up, there came a very loud, very deep response from below!!!!

omg, there IS a big dog under there

after getting my water back on and making sure that there were no further leaks,etc, I went to the other side of the house with a flashlight and, staying back a bit in mild terror that it might be a cujo, I take a peeky-peek under the house

well, I can see something move and it does look large
I move in a bit closer and then back away cuz out is a-comin'!!!!

it's a gigantic doberman!!!!!
and omgomgomg it wants to get closer!
I freeze and though watching it carefully, I do not make eye contact which could be interpreted as aggression; silly me it puts its enormous head under my hand encouraging me to pet him, sweet thing
I notice a slight limp and worry he is hurt and that is why he is hiding
he goes back under the house
nonono I don't want him there
the plumber is supposed to come tomorrow and will prolly refuse to go under the house with the abominable doberman under there
thinking quickly, I can only remember two nearby homes that have dobermans
a quick check with both reveals they aren't missing any
a call to the local animal shelter gets a machine that says if its an emergency call 911
well. I didn't consider it one so I call mel
no help from the animal angel; I get her voice mail

I go back out and call for big baby to come see
out he comes
he looks well fed and has tags, so he definitely belongs to someone; he's not a stray
I clap my hands and tell him to go home boy!
he looks at me quizzically and then off he runs
damn, i'm good!
i realized later that he had probably gone under there earlier to get out from the rain and thunder and lightening which was truly wicked and frightening.
I hope he's home
I took a drive about the general vicinity later and didn't see him and I haven't seen him on any of my walks with my dogs, so I have high hopes that he is where he belongs