(being in Sandi's arms and in the sunshine is making her smile)
Today, Sandi and I were walking around the lake with our dogs, as usual, when a city truck stopped next to us. The guys inside told us about a small, white dog being in the pound and scheduled to be euthanized today. They thought one of us might want it because we have small dogs.
Sure enough, after driving to the pound and talking to the Animal Control guy, he was going to destroy her today because he's had her for 18 days and they normally don't keep them that long. It took some doing (long story) but we eventually were allowed to bail her out (we split the impound fee) and now she's a happy pup:
"free at last!"
being bombarded by our dogs
Gizzy growled at her at first, but eventually got over it.
"I'm a happy dog!"
(If I wouldn't have already made arrangements to get Weezie, I would have kept her.)
That's all behind you now, little one...bye-bye to the bad place!
We took her to the Vet's since we had to take our own pets anyway. The Vet said she looked like a Wire Hair Terrier. He guessed her at about four-months old and said she'd probably grow to be about 15 lbs or so. He too was glad we rescued her.
little rescue baby sitting in the back seat in the carrier
Gizzy in the front, on the floor between my legs
Sophie on her mama's lap
Then, we took her to Lynn Kent's house, the lady that runs LAPS (the animal rescue group who pays for my feral cats being spayed/neutered at the rate of one per month) and it turns out that she recently rescued her sister because she had one that looked exactly like her. It came from the same place and the Animal Control guy said that someone turned in several puppies like that previously. She's going to get her spayed and vaccinated and adopt her out because she's already received a call earlier about someone wanting a little dog. Since she didn't have any, we think that this little girl will not be homeless for very long.
My heart breaks for the ones we could not help, but one has to rejoice in small victories!
Lynn Kent will speak with the person who is in charge of our town's small animal shed (ahem) shelter and make arrangements to go and rescue dogs out of there instead of having them put down unless it's an owner reclaim (which there hardly ever is.) I feel sad for the ones that we could not rescue, but I feel good about this little one and hopefully the changes in policies.
We're all tired and Gizzy has been sleeping since we got home.
