The animal control people must have come by yesterday while I was out searching desperately for a new stove that could be delivered before December. The dog is still there, but he is no longer chained to the fence. There is a basketball near his house (not the best dog toy, but at least it is a start. Maybe Santa will slip a present under the fence for him). I couldn’t see food or water dishes peeking through the slats of the fence, but he hasn’t barked or whined since I left the house Tuesday morning.
I’m guessing they got a warning. I’m hoping there will be a follow-up visit. He’s such a sweetie who snuffles at the fence when I come near.