If you've ever lived with a beagle, you know that they have quite the "vocabulary". They make different sounds in different circumstances. I suppose all dogs do, but the beagle makes a particularly distressed sound when things really aren't right. This is why I even bothered going to the window on Friday. Beagle was yipping and would not listen to reason.
The Number 6 bus stops at the corner alongside our house. You can see it clearly from the front window. On Friday, when I went to see what all the commotion was about, I could see a very small white dog in gutter of the curb in front of the bus bench. It was the only thing out there. Every other living thing had taken cover. It had been in the high 20s overnight and was still hovering at 30° when I looked out the window.
My biggest and only regret as I write this is that I didn't go out with my camera in hand. My mind was preoccupied on lassoing whatever that thing was on the curb and bringing it in. Most of the time, the strays in our neighborhood have had a hard time of it and run, tail between their legs if you approach them. When I was about 8 ft. away I sat on the curb and called to it. It froze but didn't run. That was better than how I imagined things would go.
I got a little closer, kneeling down to make myself smaller. Still it held its ground. It was a skinny little poodle. Weeds clung to its legs. It looked directly at me, not in fear but in curiosity it seemed. I went to it slowly and touched it gently on its head then drew it close. It was not going to bite. It was not fearful. I looked up and down the street and saw no one. Ruby was watching from her window and came to her door. She's been widowed for about five years now and she knows everything that happens at that corner.
"What are you doing out in the cold?" she asked.
"Bringing in this thing. It was at the bus stop. Have you seen it before?"
"No, never have seen it before."
So that, my friends, should explain how I've spent my weekend; doing all the things that one does when they find a dog on a frigid morning.