I got home from my volleyball games last night and as I pull into the garage, a dog follows me in. It was already 9:30 and I was just ready to go to bed but this poor little puppy was wondering around in the dark all by his lonesome.
As I’m checking for the tags in the garage, my husband opens the door to greet me. We almost had a catastrophe on our hands from the onset because my dogs are not the biggest fan of four-legged visitors. They don’t want to share their home! I start yelling there’s a dog at him and in his confusion, he finally figures it out and muscles both dogs back in the house and comes out through the front.
Well, the poor guy didn’t have tags so we had no idea where he came from. We couldn’t bring him inside to try and figure it out because we had a couple of big babies freaking out that we were hanging out with another dog!
It is also already almost 10:00 on a school night so we weren’t sure knocking on doors was the best answer either. So, we decide to start walking it around to see if anyone is looking for it. We had to sneak back in the house to grab a leash and off we went.
There was no saying whether or not we were going to find the puppies home. It was dark, it was getting chilly, it was late, I was tired and I couldn’t leave a poor puppy running around by himself!
After about a block and half on a dark, quiet street, a car came driving up the hill and we heard someone yell something. I yelled here back at the car from about half a block away and waved and they turned down that street. They were looking for Papa. That was his name. He was the cutest, sweetest thing (other than my own of course!) and I was so happy that it didn’t take us long to find his mommy.
And then I got to feel good about myself on my way to bed. The lady that was looking for him gets out of her car in a robe and slippers and explains that her kids left the gate open while she was in the shower and the dog got out and she just rescued him and her other dogs never leave when the gate is left open but this one is a wanderer and she was beyond thankful. I felt bad but I completely understood. I completely freak out anytime my dogs have gotten out. My old man black lab, when he gets out he just runs and runs and runs and runs. That guy will go all day long.
I understand that it is a horrible feeling. I’ve been called out of the shower once before too. And I didn’t want to have to send a dog to the pound. All’s well that ends well!
As I’m checking for the tags in the garage, my husband opens the door to greet me. We almost had a catastrophe on our hands from the onset because my dogs are not the biggest fan of four-legged visitors. They don’t want to share their home! I start yelling there’s a dog at him and in his confusion, he finally figures it out and muscles both dogs back in the house and comes out through the front.
Well, the poor guy didn’t have tags so we had no idea where he came from. We couldn’t bring him inside to try and figure it out because we had a couple of big babies freaking out that we were hanging out with another dog!
It is also already almost 10:00 on a school night so we weren’t sure knocking on doors was the best answer either. So, we decide to start walking it around to see if anyone is looking for it. We had to sneak back in the house to grab a leash and off we went.
There was no saying whether or not we were going to find the puppies home. It was dark, it was getting chilly, it was late, I was tired and I couldn’t leave a poor puppy running around by himself!
After about a block and half on a dark, quiet street, a car came driving up the hill and we heard someone yell something. I yelled here back at the car from about half a block away and waved and they turned down that street. They were looking for Papa. That was his name. He was the cutest, sweetest thing (other than my own of course!) and I was so happy that it didn’t take us long to find his mommy.
And then I got to feel good about myself on my way to bed. The lady that was looking for him gets out of her car in a robe and slippers and explains that her kids left the gate open while she was in the shower and the dog got out and she just rescued him and her other dogs never leave when the gate is left open but this one is a wanderer and she was beyond thankful. I felt bad but I completely understood. I completely freak out anytime my dogs have gotten out. My old man black lab, when he gets out he just runs and runs and runs and runs. That guy will go all day long.
I understand that it is a horrible feeling. I’ve been called out of the shower once before too. And I didn’t want to have to send a dog to the pound. All’s well that ends well!