Monday, September 24, 2007

Adventures in Puppy Sitting

Friday morning on the way to work, I passed an English Bulldog and Shitzu running down the road together. As I drove past, I contemplated what I should do about it and by the time I reached the next light, I decided to turn around and see if I could help. I thought there would be someone near by screaming for their dogs to come home, but no such luck. As I drove back to where I saw the dogs, the bulldog ran right out in front of my car and I quickly pulled into the turn lane to try and nab her before she got ran over. Thankfully, the puppy was very friendly and hopped right in my car. I circled around, but still didn't see anyone looking for a dog and the Shitzu had disappeared as well.

I drove on to work thinking I could decide what to do then. I called our friends who live in the neighborhood near where I picked the little guy up, but she didn't know anyone with a bulldog. She said she would keep an eye out for signs.

At work, the puppy feasted on Ritz crackers and water as I talked it over with my coworker what we should do. A quick trip to the vet revealed that the dog had a microchip, but it wasn't registered. So home the puppy went with us. Larry was less than thrilled, but what was I going to do?

That night, I pulled out Zeus' old, old crate and set it up for the new visitor. What started off as a fun adventure, quickly turned into what was I thinking? The puppy was so hyper that Shey was scared of her, and although she was very sweet, she was also super possessive of the chew toys we gave her. Then there was the 4 o'clock in the morning bark to be let out. Ahhhhh!

At 9 the next morning, our phone rang and it was our friend calling to say that she had seen a sign for a lost bulldog and called to let them know the dog had been found. She said the woman was hysterical on the phone and hung up before our friend could tell her that I didn't live in the same neighborhood. Not a problem, I replied, I will bring the dog over now.

About 30 minutes later, the owner finally showed up and was so grateful. She helps run an English Bulldog rescue and the dog I found was staying at a "foster parents" house when she got out. Also, she was set for adoption next week. So, yea for my good deed. Also yea for an experience to prove to me that I do not really want a puppy or a baby even though I have been having baby fever lately. The whole experience just emphasized how much easier having a 5 and almost 3 year old is than a little baby.

2 comments:

mommyof2galz said...

So glad you found him his HOME! Sounds like you might have had a keeper :)

Dixie said...

Aren't you glad that's over with! Who wants to have to get up that early for someone else to use the bathroom?