I generally LOVE having guests come to visit, but, last night, after I put my jammies on, my doorbell rang. This lady, with a heavy German accent said, "Haalooo, I've brought your dog"........we don't have a dog, and if we did, it wouldn't have been this bedraggled, soggy, confused, hungry thing she had in tow. I acknowledged the fact that it was awfully cute, but I told her it isn't our pup. We are mostly cat people. She ordered me to get water and food. I didn't know what to do but follow her admonishment(something I rarely do, since I don't even pay attention to what my husband tells me to do). I brought water, then.well.all I haD WAS CAT FOOD! The dog took one sniff and looked at me like I was stupid or something, so, I took to the fridge, rummaging for something...........which turned out to be the last of my leftovers. I heated some turkey, added some of Dana's vegan stuffing, poured gravy over the mess and set it out for the orphan....she licked around everything vegan, ate the turkey and the gravy, and left the remainder all over my front deck! By now, I had gotten the story. These 2 ladies had been on their way somewhere, saw the dog roaming the street, put it into their car(they couldn't even remember where they found her), and since my porch light was on, brought her here. At this point, the 'spokeslady' turned on her heels and said." I will call you tomorrow. Give me your number. I want to know the dog is ok"......HEYYYYY!!!! It's not my dog!!! I called Animal control......they open again at 9am.....police.... no facility, Sheriff......they don't pick up dogs.......soo, leaving things to chance, I decided to leave her on the front deck, and if...she..happened to ....wanderrrrr........offf..........she didn't! The cats were hissing at the front door, the dog was barking to come in, leaving slobber marks all over the sidelights, and, then, Gil got home. From him, I got the RickyRicardo routine.. "LUUCYYY! What has you done 'dis time???"......
By now, we've determined the dog is part pit bull, but still very much a puppy. I was trying soo hard not to bond with this dog, so I hadn't even checked for hangy-downy things that might indicate maleness.I just called him Buster, and took him into the garage, Gil went and bought him some dog food, and she was warm, dry and moderately happy-although, we could see, there was something in her expression that made us feel she was missing her humans. We stayed up late with her, then took turns letting her out to do her thing. At one point, she bolted.ON MY WATCH.and I had to chase her next door in soggy slippers and robe! She was a good little girl... but far more rambunctious than I expected! I wrangled her back into the garage, fed her again, and waited till 9am to take her, reluctantly, to the Pound, to await her fate! I just hate that place, but at 9am sharp, we were there, with her dragging me around the parking lot, tail wagging the whole way. We had to wait outside for about 15 mins till they could do her 'intake".......as we waited, panicked dog owners came and went, as did people turning in other dogs. I asked each anxious arrival if this was the dog they were looking for, but, no........till it was almost our turn. A young couple didn't even stop to talk as they frantically tried to open the door to the pound. A distraught young woman and her husband, both near tears faced me as I told them each person had to wait till the pound attendants 'invited'. them in.
"Buster" who had been renamed Holly(we saw her squat to potty) was now wiggling all over and barking up a storm...........the young couple looked over just as "Holly" drug me into a mud puddle and practically knocked the couple over, giving them kisses and making some kinda keening noises.....she was thrilled, they were thrilled.........and I felt MUCH better, knowing she was going home, rather than into a cage......
The lady hasn't called, the porch is cleaned up..............but, I still have memories of my Houseguest.......Gil and I need to go shopping.
You see, while she was quietly awaiting her fate in our garage last night, she demolished ONE EACH of our tennies, then hid the evidence!
The cats will forgive us at some point........
OH, BTW.NONE of this woudln't have happened if the dog was wearing tags..........
Y'all come now, Heayah??
Cathi
What was it WC Fields said? "No difference between fish and houseguests, they all stink after a few days">>>>>>>>>
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