We've found a dog. UPDATE: "Soleil."

Meade rescued a lost dog and managed to coax him into the house. (It's 20° out.) He's got a collar, but we haven't won his trust to the point where we can read it.



Sorry the picture is blurry. I don't want to trouble him, and he (or she) is walking around panting. Meade is great with dogs. I'm a dog novice, following orders not to pay attention to it.

ADDED: He/she's starting to get accustomed to us:



UPDATE: We were able to read the tag, called the owner, and now Soleil is gone. The sun has set on our bedogged life here in Madison, and so we must go on, dogless.

AND: Dog gone. Doggone.

MORE: Here's a sequence of pictures showing Meade winning the dog's trust. This happened after the dog was sitting on the floor between us for a while.
Meade saw that the dog had come over to me and sniffed. Then the dog went to Meade, smelled, paused, and re-smelled.





This is a kind of mother dog move that gives a feeling of security, I'm told:



After that, Meade is able to get the collar off (so he can read it).



Now, the collar is back on, and the dog is perfectly comfortable...



... enough to want to sit on Meade's lap...