Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Beautiful Houseguest




Doug and I were driving into Iowa City on our way back from Des Moines, and on our way south on 1st Avenue, we spotted a huskie puppy running in the busy street. Cars were honking and swerving around her as she circled aimlessly in the face of certain death. Doug carefully nudged her into a parking lot with the car, and I got out to catch her. After running circles around me for 10 minutes, she closed in and I grabbed her collar. It wasn't even like I caught her since she came right up to me.

We got her in the car and inspected her better; she had a collar without tags, she was clean and well-kept, but obviously a puppy of only a few months, likely someone's Christmas present. I called the police and reported her in case the owners had called, which they hadn't. The police encouraged me to keep her overnight and call the shelter in the morning. We figured if we kept her the night, we could hand her over if the owners called. We got to play with her in the meantime.

She was awesome, playful...er...hyper is the better word. She was also cuddly, clumsy and so well-tempered. By her reaction, I doubt she had ever seen a cat, or another dog for that matter, until that night. She wanted to play with them all, but none of these old farts were interested. Chico stayed in Doug's lap, Jack climbed up on the washing machine and Maji came out swinging.

Well, she was awesome until she started peeing everywhere and chewing things. It was comical watching me try to puppy-proof the apartment two-steps ahead of her the whole night. She finally let me sleep at 2am, but I had to quarantine her and I from the other critters because she has an unlimited capacity for PLAY! 

I woke up the next morning with her HUGE paws in my face...she was sprawled out beside me on the bed, belly-up, snoring. Don't mistake me, I fell in love with this dog, but after that night, I was happy to see her one step closer to home.

AMAZINGLY, not a single call for the dog had been made to the police, leaving me to wonder if the owners are poop-heads and don't deserve her back. I got through to the shelter and told them the whole story. Of course, they agreed to take her.  I figure a few things will occur. If the owners call, the shelter is in the best position to be selective about wether this little angel should be in their custody. If not, she'll find a home in seconds. She is gorgeous and she will be huge judging by her massive puppy paws (that can clear off a coffee table masterfully, I've learned). 

I drove out to the shelter that is on the far south outskirts of Iowa City, a long way from where I found her, and had visions of movies like Homeward Bound. I felt like a minor character getting in the way of her adventure. I still feel I did the right thing. She would've been roadkill for sure had we kept driving. The only thing that made me cringe was her reaction to the barking dogs at the shelter. She trotted happily until she heard the cacophony of barks and howls. I had to pick her up an carry her 30 pound butt to the shelter, my heart breaking only inches from her furry body. {Getting teary-eyed as I type this} 

She had no microchip. How in the hell do you have a gorgeous, expensive BABY like that with no chip, no tags, no business being outside ANYWHERE alone? Makes me mad. 

Chip your pets.

 Put tags on them. 

I am getting off my soapbox now.

xoxo
age

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