Rescuing A Dog Named ...?

This is an account of another Lost Dog incident— one with a happy ending.

On March 22, 2014, I was working on the other side of my hometown, Anderson, Indiana, and on my way home, as I turned into the little subdivision where I live, heading toward the street where my house is located... I saw this little dog running.

She ran first across a couple yards, then directly into the street. So naturally, I don't make my usual turn down my street. Instead, I went forward, and I pulled over and basically met the dog. I had a can of cat food in my car for just such an emergency.

Back then, I had a lot of cats (I still have three). I would buy cat food in bulk, and then I would keep one can in my car, in case I ran into stray dogs.

To a hungry canine, wet Little Friskies is every bit as good a lure as Alpo.

So I parked, jumped out of my car, opened the can of cat food, and went over to the little dog to feed it.

I have helped dogs before who were long lost... and therefore starving. This dog (who was very friendly) didn't seem in bad shape compared to other dogs I'd helped in the past. Looking around, I couldn't figure out which house it came from... and there were more houses in a different subdivision just beyond ours. Nobody was out; no humans anywhere to be seen. |

So I scooped up the dog and brought her home.

As I was driving the short distance to my place, I had her on my lap and I smelled perfume on a newly washed coat. Obviously, she was a much beloved dog and not long lost, otherwise she wouldn't smell like a French poodle (whore). 😉

So I checked in at home. At the time this incident happened, I was living with my dear friend Ruth. She passed away in September of 2019. In the twenty+ years that she and I cohabitated, she had seen me rescue many stray dogs.

After I told her I had found yet another stray who needed help, I took the little dog to my Vet to see if she had a tag. After waiting a while and then getting to see the vet, it turned out to be a Good News/Bad News situation.

The good news was: she was electronically tagged!

The bad news: the tag wasn't registered.

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So the vet people tried to get some 'tag people' on the phone to find out where the little perfumed girl came from (after checking the Internet with no success). After about a ten-minute wait on the phone, the vet's assistant lost the connection.

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So after waiting for another fifteen minutes holding the little girl, I told the vet's nurse to please call me when they found the info. And then I brought the dog home.

I came home with the little perfumed girl and put her outside for a moment so she could go pee if needed. I have a fenced-in backyard. She started barking and wanted to immediately come back inside, which amused me. I let her in and she was a bundle of energy.

My black-and-white cat named Loki immediately ran away. He was scared, AWOL for hours.

Ditto my oldest and most favorite cat: Bat-cat. Bats disappeared-- finding someplace to hide away from the stinky she-demon dog.

Smigger, my other black cat-- he actually hung around. He hissed at the dog at first, but he eventually got used to him.

I had a dog of my own then, one that I adored, an all-black shih tzu named Wolfman. (He's long since passed away.) Wolfman did not like sharing his house with this strange dog. I felt sorry for Wolfie! He had generally always liked other dogs in the past, but at the time this incident took place, Wolfie was very old and basically blind. So that bundle of she-energy running around was really disturbing to him. He wanted to get as high up off the floor as he could, on a mountain (the back of the recliner.)

At one point, I was holding the rescued girl-dog with one hand and my beloved boy-dog with the other. And about an hour passed like that... and we still hadn't received any word from the vet.

That was not how I planned to spend my day off work, but God (or doG) obviously had His own plans. 😉 Right?

Since the vet wasn't coming through with the info very readily, I thought I would do something I'd done in the past when I found other strays: I'd go to a site online where I could post about lost dogs. I even have Facebook Lost Dog groups I have posted in. But before I did that, I decided I would basically go canvass the neighborhood where I found the little dog.

So I walked down to the end of my street and went around the corner onto the street where I found this little girl. And, the timing was orchestrated by God: there was a guy taking his trash out. I stopped and asked the young man if he knew of anyone with a grey dog.

"I'm looking for my black dog," he said.

I would have described the girl I found as grey in color. But the breed was called a Black Yorkshire Terrier or something like that, I believe.

Anyway... he whipped out a cell phone to show me a picture of the dog. The picture was tiny and the dog in it had her hair done. And I was thinking...

That pic looks nothing like the dog I have but I'm certain it's gotta be your dog... because it is gray and it is a girl!

So I went back to the house, retrieved the little girl-dog, and took her back to her master.

He told me, "I just gave her a bath last night."

Yup. That certainly tracked!

She smelled like a French (whore) poodle!

So I told him that I had taken her to my vet and they had scanned her. And he was like, "She doesn't have a tag."

I was like, "Yeah, she does. Where did you get her?"

"Nevada."

So if the info from the vet had ever come to me, it would have been a waste of time for everyone, because as much as I try to help out little critters in need, I wouldn't have been able to take her all the way to Nevada (and if I had, it would have been in vain since her master was right down the street from me! 🤣😂 )

I should have asked the young man what her name was. After the whole incident was over, my dear friend Ruth gave me crap about "not asking the important stuff."

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I called the vet's office back when I got home and told them I had found the owner (and I thanked them for their help).

All my animals were quite relieved by the outcome! The fact that every single animal in my house at that time had once been a stray before they came to live here... they clearly have forgotten that. 🙂

So that was how, eight years ago, we had a four-footed visitor pass through our lives... but we luckily returned her safely back home that same spring day.

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Here's a similar Petlife story 👇... but this time I did get the dog's name!

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