The lost dog lottery
Oct. 3rd, 2006 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonSunday was pretty much a collapse in a heap, post-garage sale day, but we did have some excitement in the evening. The roommate went outside to feed the "stray" cats and found a stray dog: a mid-sized brown mutt. What was completely heartbreaking was that the dog was blind and had obviously gotten out and wandered off and didn't have a clue where she was, and she kept walking in circles, totally confused and distressed. She was well-cared for, as her coat was in great shape and she wasn't skinny. In the state she was in we didn't think she could have wandered far, but we had no idea how to find her owners.
We made her a bed in the backyard and fed her. She was too upset to settle, but not so upset she couldn't eat. And then we started putting up signs all over the place and asking anyone we encountered if they'd lost a dog or knew who owned a blind dog. We'd just about given for the night and were going to go in and hope someone saw the signs when the roommate noticed a guy trimming a tree in front of a ongoing weekend warrior rehab several houses down from us. By the grace of Artemis, he turned out to be her owner. He hadn't yet noticed that someone helping with the rehab had let the dog out (woof-woof-woof-woof-woof).
"Thank God someone found her who gave a damn," he said, greatly relieved.
Indeed, some of the people we asked up and down the street said stuff like, "Yeah, we saw that dog wandering around like it was lost and confused and we wondered about it." The roommate and I are perhaps mental when it comes to animals, but I could no more let a dog that was clearly in trouble wander like that and do nothing than I could fly. Different sensibilities for different folkesibilities, I guess.
Random quotes of the day:
"A wealthy man is one who earns one hundred dollars more a year than his wife's sister's husband."
—H. L. Mencken
"It is characteristic of people to concentrate all their fears and hatreds on a single man, preferably a foreigner. These people were in far more danger from their own generals and politicians, but that would never occur to them."
—John Maddox Roberts, The King's Gambit, SPQR I
We made her a bed in the backyard and fed her. She was too upset to settle, but not so upset she couldn't eat. And then we started putting up signs all over the place and asking anyone we encountered if they'd lost a dog or knew who owned a blind dog. We'd just about given for the night and were going to go in and hope someone saw the signs when the roommate noticed a guy trimming a tree in front of a ongoing weekend warrior rehab several houses down from us. By the grace of Artemis, he turned out to be her owner. He hadn't yet noticed that someone helping with the rehab had let the dog out (woof-woof-woof-woof-woof).
"Thank God someone found her who gave a damn," he said, greatly relieved.
Indeed, some of the people we asked up and down the street said stuff like, "Yeah, we saw that dog wandering around like it was lost and confused and we wondered about it." The roommate and I are perhaps mental when it comes to animals, but I could no more let a dog that was clearly in trouble wander like that and do nothing than I could fly. Different sensibilities for different folkesibilities, I guess.
Random quotes of the day:
"A wealthy man is one who earns one hundred dollars more a year than his wife's sister's husband."
—H. L. Mencken
"It is characteristic of people to concentrate all their fears and hatreds on a single man, preferably a foreigner. These people were in far more danger from their own generals and politicians, but that would never occur to them."
—John Maddox Roberts, The King's Gambit, SPQR I