Look to my coming on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east.

So it was a day like any other. The  first day of the long Octoberfest/Thanksgiving weekend up here in Canada. The wife and I were planning to head over to her aunt’s house for some good ole’ grilled sausages, sauerkraut and corn on the cob. No Suzanne doesn’t suddenly turn into a carnivore for Thanksgiving. AC found her some fake Bavarian sausages so it’s all good – for her at least. We were once again going to abuse our invitation to do laundry at her place so I loaded up a basket of unmentionables and proceeded to carry the bin out to the car. I open up the back door and stood on the top step for a moment. The day was glorious. The sun was beating down on my brow but it wasn’t hot. The was a cool breeze gently rolling in – enough to make you feel quite comfortable in just a sweatshirt. A perfect fall day by any standard.

Just then I heard it. Faint at first, but increasing in volume as it approached rapidly…


To my shock and delight, Rolf SonFriend had returned in all his Rolfy glory!

He looked alright. Quite chipper and energetic. He even looked a bit beefier than when I had last seem him. I gave him a big bowl of food and some fresh water anyway and we hung out for a half hour or so. He was love-rolling and headbutting the whole time. Unfortunately the wife and I had to head off to her Aunt’s. I expected never to see Rolf again but at least this time I got to hang out with him this time before we left.

Just yesterday when we were heading out once again. We opened the door to the familiar tune of a “Roooooowwwwlf” surprisingly. He busted into our back room and greeted us as though he owned the place. Once again I laid food out for him and he happily devoured it.

His unlikely return brings forth the dilemma of whether or not we should bring him in to the Humane Society before the weather gets too nasty. We had originally planned to do it by the end of the month so it still kind of falls within the schedule still. On the other hand he doesn’t look the worst for wear after a 2 week period of somewhat cold and dreary weather. Could he possibly have had a home all this time and merely comes out when it’s semi-decent outside or did he simply find a place to stay for a bit and made his way back here? Either way the wife and I have a decision to make soon because it’s looking more and more like we won’t be around in the neighborhood to take care of him much longer. 😉

Rolf 1
Eating up a storm…
Rolf 2
The Rolf roll up…
Rolf 3
One of a kind I tell ya…

6 responses

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  2. “looking more and more like we won’t be around in the neighborhood…”

    I like the sound of that. Rolf’s return is an omen…wait, whatever the equivalent of an omen wihtout the negative connotation is.

    October 13, 2010 at 6:23 am

    • A sign perhaps?

      Oops. But then again the Christians have the 7 signs of the Apocalypse so that can’t be good either. ;p

      October 13, 2010 at 9:49 am

  3. I still can’t get over the picture of him licking his chops. Rolf is awesome. Sure hope he finds a nice home if we get him to the Humane Society.

    October 12, 2010 at 10:38 am

  4. Rolf is a cutie…

    Pleased to find out that you’re also a Canadian…what province are you in?

    Happy Belated Thanksgiving!


    October 12, 2010 at 10:06 am

    • Happy Belated Thanksgiving to you as well! We’re currently in Ontario but could be moving up to Nunavat by the end of the year. You can check out my wife’s blog for more details about that.

      October 12, 2010 at 10:31 am

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