He was almost like a ghost dog at first. Fleeting.
Neighbor Lindsay made the first post on our community Facebook page on September 29, asking if anyone was missing a dog—tall, mostly white. She had spotted the stray early that morning against the shadows of the tall-pined woodline that edges our senior neighborhood outside of Charleston, South Carolina, but it had disappeared before she could call it. Neighbor Roben’s response said her husband had seen the dog behind their home two days before.
Months into the pandemic, none of us Del Webb folks had much to do or much news to post. Our activity center was closed to the card games and bingo nights that earlier marked our calendars. Mostly, we stayed active with walks and bike rides around the community, where we had come from many states to call home.
Most of the posts that did show up on our Facebook page were complaints—about late trash pickup, yards needing more fertilizer and weed killer, or nails in the street from construction underway—or worried notes about
