I sent Travis down to the gas station for soda just a bit ago. Remember what I told you about me and Fate?? Guess who followed him home? OMG Sadie. Not only did she follow him home..........she slipped into the house and ran right into her crate while he was attempting to shut the door and tell me she followed him home. Stupid me said "Wha?? Sadie??" and she comes running to me thrilled to death to be "home". My nightgown is now all dirty. She is laying at my feet after properly greeting her "mommy" and her joy at being home. And she was thrilled to death to greet Molly.......and Bruce. Oh wait........now she's checking on all her toys and her chewies. And back to lying at my feet. See? What did I tell you about Fate. Now what am I going to do? Do I worry about the defensive posture with Molly or do I take is as simple "getting to know each other" stuff and try to see if it doesn't become an issue? I don't want to stress Molly. But in all my years with strays.............I've never had one that run off come back "home" and treat it as such, and folks this little girl was only here 2 days to begin with. She recognized Travis and was on his heels all the way home. If I take her back to the lady on the other street.........she'll just continue to come back here. So that is not going to work obviously. Things don't go well for me when I try to buck Fate. Yet I don't want a dog right now. And if I can't contain her in the back yard.........I haven't a clue what to do with her when I go to work tomorrow. She can't come with me because Mommy cat will attack her. If I put her on Rowdy's lead........she tangles herself all up in it, gets it around her legs ect. So I don't like to do that when I'm not in the yard watching her. Is all the bad karma in the world going to come crashing down on my head of I work my tail off to re-home her? Or is she here to protect me from something........and so if I re-home her I live to regret it? omg I hate this Fate crud. I've had literally hundreds of stray dogs come through my home over the span of a lifetime............and never, not once, had this. This. Is. Weird. The other odd thing about this.........and I've hesitated to mention it because it is sort of twilight zone.........or maybe over active imagination. But every time I look at her I think of when I was a year old and had stumbled onto the railroad tracks when there was an oncoming train. There was no time for anyone to reach me before the train would hit me. My mom watched in horror..................as a stray dog appeared out of nowhere, literally, and sank his teeth into my diaper and carried me from the tracks only seconds before the train hit. It was a very very small town. No one had ever seen the dog before. And in all the commotion (you can imagine) the dog slipped away and was never seen again. Town wanted to make a huge deal out of the hero dog.....but never could find him. So. Yeah. Now what do I do? (I ask as I fight the urge to pound my head into my desk) How do I prevent her from stressing Molly? Because obviously she's not going anywhere.