Today has been a bizarre day filled with
dogs. It began when I first got to work and saw what looked like a giant pair of ears with little stubby legs running around. It was a French Bulldog named Brutus, and he was ADORABLE! A little later I saw a fluffy Pomeranian who looked just like Aunt Karalie's sweet little Cooper, who unfortunately passed away last week while I was at home :-( It made me happy and sad at the same time to see the little guy. He had a big puppy smile just like Cooper's.

Then I was in the office working on some things when one of the Living History volunteers came in and told me a disturbing tale. He said that he was in the house and overheard Ranger Kyle (my replacement starting October 1) saying this to a tour group (which included some very attentive children): "After the Lincolns left Springfield, they left their dog Fido here with some friends. One day Fido found a homeless man on the side of the road and went over to put his paws in the man's lap."
[Keep in mind the attentive children.] "Then the homeless man pulled out a knife and STABBED Fido in the heart, and he bled to death. So, ladies and gentlemen, Lincoln's dog was assassinated before he was." Our Living History volunteer said that the children (and their parents) were mortified! Some of the kids looked like they were on the verge of tears. Now, I've heard a couple of stories about how Fido met his end, but you don't tell the kids about it! Kyle may have been hoping to elicit a laugh from the visitors with his assassination line, but nobody laughed. When Barbara learned of the situation, she asked Kyle to not include that story in his tour ever again.
Then this afternoon some visitors came into the Visitor Center and told the rangers that they had seen a distressed dog in a van with all of the windows rolled up in the parking lot. (It has been very hot outside all day.) So Barbara called me and asked me to go check on the dog while she looked for its owners. I went out to the parking lot and was looking in people's windows (which felt kind of criminal-ish, but it was for a good cause), but by the time I found the right van, Barbara had returned with the dog's owner. He opened the van and let the puppy out--she looked so hot and thirsty! The owner did not think he had done anything wrong, but Barbara explained to him that being in a hot car like that can kill a dog (or a person). The pup seemed happy to be out, and she got a nice drink of water. So all was well.