Yesterday a medium-haired black and white dog and a gray lab were poking around our yard - they were both very thin and the lab was limping and had been bitten. I gave them both some food and tried to get them to stick around but they wandered off. This morning, though, the black and white dog came back. Jason just left to take him to the vet. No sign of the gray lab, I fear he may not have made it. They both had collars so obviously they had been abandoned, which just pisses me right the hell off, especially since they were both totally beautiful dogs, despite being so thin and the lab being injured. People can be such moronic bastards.
Anyway, now we need to think of a name for the black and white fellow. Arthur is thrilled that we're probably keeping him. Hopefully he's okay other than being so thin.
Update: Jason named him Constantine.