Over the last month we have had 3 lost dog experiences. Since our adventure with Rudy a few months back, we were prepared to take on the responsibility of trying to locate these wandering pups families.
The first lost dog we encountered was hanging out in our garage one afternoon. Jeff came home and said “there’s a dog in the garage” – how our dogs didn’t know he was there is a mystery. He was very friendly and did not have an ID tag on him. He did not look familiar to us as a dog we often see around the neighborhood, so I decided to go see if he had a microchip. I called ahead to our vet to let them know we were coming because it was close to their closing time. Luckily he did have a chip!! After a few phone calls and a shocked dog-mom we were able to reunite “Kent” and his family. They think he got out from an unlocked doggie door during the storm we had earlier that day. Here’s Kent on the way to the vet:
Next, came “Marley” (no picture ). I was on my way to the office when I saw a beautiful chocolate lab walking down our street. I drove up and pulled over and he came right up to me a licked my hand! Marley was very tired, it was a hot day and it looked like he had been wondering for awhile. Luckily Marley had a collar and ID tag! His tag had his name, phone number and address. Kudos to Marley’s family! However, the phone number was no longer a working number. I looked at the address and realized he lived just one street over. I drove over to the house but no one was home. Thankfully the neighbor across the street knew where Marley’s Dad worked. He was able to call him and offered to watch Marley until he came home from work. Another happy reunion!
Finally, we met “Furby”. Last Friday Jeff was taking our dogs out for a nice long walk. Shortly after he left my phone rang. Instantly I thought something awful had happened. He was calling to let me know he had come across a small lost dog and asked if I would drive over to help. I drove over to see a very cute, very fluffy, very dirty pup. He did have a collar under all his fur, but there was no ID tag. It was about 6:45pm so I knew I couldn’t take him to the vet to see if he had a microchip. Jeff and the dogs walked around the neighborhood asking if anyone knew of a missing dog. I drove around the neighborhood with the lost dog and knocked on a few doors. After an hour or so it started to get dark and we had no luck finding his home. The dog was an un-neutered Pomeranian, and we knew he had to be someone’s special pet. We decided to go back home, get him cleaned up, fed him, and had a sleepover. He slept under our bed and besides a few “marking his territory” incidents, he has a well behaved dog.
First thing the next morning I brought him to our vet, but they could not find a chip. We were completely sure he would have had one. I had a work event to go to until noon, then went back home, took a few pictures of him to make a flyer. I placed an ad to our local online classifies as well. I them drove him over to the humane society to drop off the flyer. When I got there, I asked if they would go ahead a check for a chip just in case. After 3 tries they did find a chip! Apparently it was hard to locate under all of his fur. They also looked in their log of recent reports of missing animals. Sure enough his description was there. The staff tried a few times to call his owner but the voicemail was full and we could not leave a message. I took him back home and the staff said they would continue to try and reach them. After a few hours I was able to get the owners contact info before the humane society closed, I sent a text message to her and a few minutes later she called back.
After matching the dogs description, we gave her our address and within minutes “Furby” was reunited with his mom. Here’s some pictures of our day with Furby:
For some reason the lost dogs is our neighborhood tend to find us. We are happy to do what we can to help them get back home. If one of ours ever got lost we would hope for someone to do the same for us. During this latest Found dog episode, Jeff came up with a great idea for a product. Stay tuned, details to follow … someday!
Our friends have had a couple of beautiful Mastiff’s over the years. We have had the pleasure of dog-sitting every so often.
Their new addition is Samson:
Isn’t he just too cute! I can’t wait to see him in several months when he grows into those big feet.
We got to spend a rainy weekend with him recently. I expected that Penny and him would have a ball – not so much I think Penny was a bit intimidated by Samson’s high-energy fun.
Although it rained a lot, we still had a great time and had some very tired pups. Of course I had to have the camera ready to catch all the fun .. here’s Samson:
A few weeks back, we had the pleasure of spending the day with a sweet little puppy name “Rudy”. Here’s how this precious pup changed a boring Monday into an adventure.
On this particular Monday morning I was working at my home office and still in my pajamas at about 9:00 or so. I was in the garage (can’t remember why) when a car pulled into the driveway. A lady got out and a small dog jumped out of the dog with her. She asked if I recognized the dog. I didn’t. She explained that she doesn’t live in the neighborhood, but was driving by and saw the dog walking on the side of a busy nearby road. She pulled over and he jumped right into her car. She was driving around the neighborhood hoping to find someone looking for him. She seemed to be in a hurry and was hinting that she could not spend too much time looking for his owner. Sadly, I also was thinking that I had things to do and didn’t want to get too involved.
I pointed out a house down the street where a woman lives that has helped lost dogs in the neighborhood before, indicating that perhaps she could help her out. I went back inside and about 5 minutes later the car pulled into my driveway again. Long story short, I took over as lead detective of Operation Rudy.
Of course at the time I did not know that his name was Rudy. To me he was “Peanut”. I don’t think Peanut ever met a stranger. He instantly was wagging his tail, jumping up on me a giving kisses. He had me at “hello”.
Somehow, my dogs had not noticed our new house guest. They were in the back yard oblivious. I was a bit nervous as to how the other dogs would react. So I brought a bowl of water out to the garage for Peanut and let Toni, Otis, and Penny into the house and then put Peanut in the back yard. I brought him some food, which he ignored. While Peanut happily sniffed around the backyard I looked up the phone number for our humane society. I was hoping I could bring him by to see if he had a microchip. They didn’t open until 10:00. So I called my vet’s office. The receptionist said I could bring him by and they can check for a chip.
I went out in the back yard, picked up Peanut and brought our dogs out for an introduction. After a few sniffs, one growl, and Peanut rolling over in submission, our pack welcomed him in. We hung out for a bit with everyone getting to know each other before Peanut and I took a car ride to the vet. When we got their they were pretty busy. So Peanut and I hung out and chatted with a few people. Everyone heard our story and were giving me their suggestions on how to find his home, and one offered to take him if I couldn’t. Once they slowed down, the receptionist came over with the scanner and did find a microchip! I was so happy that we were going to find his family.
She gave me a phone number and a id number. The phone number went to an automated line and after a series of inputs I entered the ID number. I went through the automated routine 3 times, each time I was notified that it was an invalid number. The lady scanned him again with the same result. I tried to get out of the automated trap and speak to a person with no luck. The vet was getting busy again and I decided to go make a visit to the Humane Society and see if they could help us.
The HS also scanned Peanut, but gave me a different phone number to call. This time I got to speak to a very helpful lady. I gave her the ID number and she took all my contact info. She was able to find the name, phone, and address of the vet that originally gave Peanut the microchip the following year, but she said that the microchip had not been registered since then. I took down the vet’s information and gave them a call. The phone rang and rang and rang with no answer. I looked up the address in my phone and saw that it was several miles away on the opposite side of town. I tried to get a different number with no luck. So, Peanut and I went on a road trip.
By this time, Peanut and I had become very good friends. He had the sweetest personality and was just small enough to sit right next to me on the car counsel and look out the window. Occasionally he’d look over at me, wag his tail and give me a quick lick on the cheek. He was certainly enjoying his adventure.
Thanks to my phones GPS we found the vet’s office – boarded windows and all! The parking lot was empty and office was closed down. We walked around to the front door and I knocked on the door although I have no idea why – there was obviously no one around. I noticed a different number written on a window and entered it into my phone. This time I got to a voicemail message indicating that the office was closed due to medical reasons and to leave a message that would be checked often. I left a message summarizing my situation and figured I wouldn’t hear back from anyone.
So, Peanut and I got back in the car and headed home. He was starting to look a bit tired from his busy day and I let him curl up in my lap for the drive home and he quickly fell asleep.
Back at the house Peanut and the rest of the gang had a great time playing in the back yard. While they were chasing tennis balls, I got on the computer and started to make some flyers to post around the neighborhood. I put together several flyers some with his photo and some with just my phone number. A few of our neighbors were home and working in their yards so I walked down the street with my flyer and asked of any of them recognized him. They didn’t. I let the dogs back in the house and I got in my car to drive the neighborhood and put up the flyers. By now it was later in the afternoon and I began thinking that if we did not find his owners, that Peanut would be a perfect dog for my Mom and Dad. I even visualized the dogs all getting together and playing for years to come.
Then my phone rang. It was the vet’s office calling me back. They explained that they had to close the office temporarily because sadly their head veterinarian had recently suffered a stroke. She was thankful I had called and asked me more details about the dog. I gave her the ID number from the microchip and she was able to verify they had given him the microchip and that his name was “Rudy”! She gave me a phone number to a lady that they work with who does adoptions and uses their office for her dogs. I left a message on her phone and then spent some time playing with the dogs.
Not too long later I got a call back from the lady the vet had me call. I explained the situation and described the dog and she instantly knew who I was talking about! She explained that Rudy had been adopted and we discovered that my house was several miles away from Rudy’s home. She asked if I was able to hold on to him while she tried to contact his family. Apparently, Rudy’s family had gone out of town for the day and had brought Rudy and their other dog to a family members house to watch them while they were away. Rudy must have escaped from their backyard (the other dog was larger and couldn’t get under the fence).
The lady said she could come by and pick Rudy up around 5:00. I was so happy that we had found his family, but also a bit sad that he was leaving. Jeff came home an hour or so before Rudy got picked up and was able to meet him. When Rudy was picked up he recognized her right away and started to fall asleep in her arms. We chatted for a while and then said goodbye. Our day with Rudy had come to an end. I drove around the neighborhood and took down the flyers and headed back home to three tired dogs.
It has been several weeks since then, but I still think about him every once in a while. It is amazing to me how a tiny little dog can bring so much joy and smiles to our faces with just a wag of a tail and lick on the cheek. It also make me quite sad to think about all the dogs that get lost everyday and don’t make their way back home. I’m glad I took the time to help Rudy find his way back home that day. It is also a reminder to me that we need to get our dogs micro chipped.
It was nine years ago this weekend that Toni became our first dog-daughter. She showed up at our friends home with no identification. They tried to find her owner to no avail and were unable to keep her themselves. When Jeff and I found out about her, we instantly brought her home and welcomed her into our family.
This is a scanned photo of cute little Toni as a pup …
and here she is today …
Growing up, Toni was rambunctious and mischievous. I still have a hole in my couch from her chewing puppy days. I can’t count how many times we have had to jump in the car to find her after realizing she had escaped the back yard from either digging under the fence or at times jumping/pulling herself over the fence. As a pup Toni struggled to make friends with other dogs, we have never returned to our local dog park after a incident when another dog made the mistake of getting a little too close!
She continues to be pretty high energy, but has slowed down a bit. She now enjoys hanging out with Penny and Otis and she welcomes a quick “hello” from our dog neighbors. It makes me sad to see her mellow out. It forces me to reflect on the fact that she will not be with us forever … I’m tearing up as it write these words. Toni has taught us patience, the importance of enjoying the moment, and brought pure joy and love into our lives. She is our first born, the #1 dog in our home, and the prettiest pup I’ve ever seen.
The only dog I have ever lived with that liked being in a dog-house is Otis. He likes to hang out in it when the weather is hot, the grass is too wet, or he just wants some alone time! We actually bought our dog house for Toni, well before Otis was a part of the family. I don’t remember Toni ever going in the dog-house and Penny has never had any interest. So it is officially “Otis’ House”.
The dog house is old, stained, and the color is muted from the sun, but he loves it. I love watching him run into it, circle a few times, and then plopping down with his head sticking out. Too cute!
Penny, does use the dog-house for a much different use. She likes to perch on top of it to get a better view of the yard. She also will jump on top and look in the window where Jeff and I sit to eat breakfast. She’ll sit there and stare at us thru the window letting us know she wants to come in.
Any prior Cheerleaders out there? If so I’m sure you’ll remember this ditty . . .
“R-O-W-D-I-E that’s the way we spell Rowdie
Let’s get Rowdie!
Anyone? … No? …
Oh well, this old cheer was ringing thru my head while I captured these photos of Toni and Otis getting a bit … rowdie:
Typically Otis and Toni ignore each other, but when they get rowdie it is so funny to see. Toni usually starts the match and 100% of the time it ends with Otis rolling over in defeat. Toni is definitely the Alpha dog in this pack.
I’m still trying to get a video of Penny when she breaks out into a sprint while chasing her tail at the same time! She is not good at giving me a heads up so I can fetch the camera.
I love getting cute pictures of the dogs. Our camera is always out so we can grab it quickly whenever a photo-op occurs.
As much as we like to take and look at the photos, our main subjects do not have the same enjoyment level as us. When the dogs see the camera they look away and the moment is gone.
Out of a series of 20 shoots, typically only 1 or 2 will be good ones. Here is a great example of our most picky subject, Toni.
Here is how this moment went . . .
Me: Hey Toni, look at mama!!
Toni: oh crap she’s got the camera again. I refuse to participate.
Me: Hey Toni – LOOK at me
Toni: maybe if I look this way she’ll leave me alone
Me: Yo Toni, I’m over here. Look at mama
Toni: is that a bird? a squirrel?
Me: come on Toni, just look at me once!
Toni: how long am I going to have to sit here until she gets the hint
Me: TONI! that’s just rude
Toni: ~yawn~I am so bored and my butt hurts from siting here
Me: Alright fine, you win
Toni: let’s shake and call a truce
Oh well, you win some and you lose some. I’m sure next time she will be much more responsive!