Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I'm off to see a man about a dog...
So, there I was, cooking dinner and minding my own business. The girls were playing and begging me to cook the food faster because they were "starving".
All of a sudden, Hooper began to howl at the back door (since he may have a bit of "wolfishness" in him, he doesn't bark. He yodels). Nellie ran to see what was up, and she began to whine and "ruff, ruff". They only do this when someone or some thing is walking along the road behind the house.
There was a dog, walking down the middle of the state route that runs beyond the back yard.
I grabbed a leash, threatened the girls with eternal grounding if they let our dogs out, and ran out the door. I could hear car horns beeping continuously, and I thought, "Dang, this dog is either deaf or really hurt."
A woman had stopped her car, gotten out, and helped the dog to the side of the road. Another neighbor had come out to help. The woman in the car went down to a few houses asking if anyone had lost a dog. Nope.
I checked the dog out: Blood around the eye (little bit), blood around the nostrils (little bit), blood in the mouth. (little bit)
I attached the leash to his collar and slowly walked it back to our house. It was lame in one or both back legs. And this is a very old dog...a very gray muzzle on an otherwise golden dog.
I put it in the garage and ran in to call Kathi. (It totally rocks to have a friend who also happens to be a vet.) I was in a bit of a froth about all of it, and she calmed me down, asked me some questions, and said that if he could eat and drink and wasn't gushing blood, it could wait until morning to go to the shelter. So that's what I will be doing. Old, seems-to-be-mostly-deaf geezer pup is resting comfortably and will go to hopefully be found by his owners at the shelter.
How do they find me? (I'm sure Geoff is thinking the same thing...as he prays that no other animals show up at the door.)