On Thursday, my parents got home from work a little late – which is frustrating when it chews into our dinner time. This time the insult wasn’t only on my gastronomic system but also to my olfactory sense. See, they came home (late) smelling like not 1, not 2, but THREE different dogs. Which of course did not get by either Zoe or I. Apparently they delayed reuniting with us after a long day of work in order to visit a friend/co-worker of my parent’s at her house; a house shared with Bob, Lily, and Winston. And Bob was shedding, I tell you what! Fortunately for them, they gave us some good pets, a decent dinner, and an evening stroll – so all was forgiven. After a bit. After all, as many of you know, loyalty is a big deal to us people!
Then on Friday, a day we are relegated to our crates so our house can get cleaned (which, by the way, only lasts about 37.2 seconds after we are let out), we expected our parents to come home early. At one point around 4 PM, I thought I heard them pull up in the driveway, but the garage door never opened up so I went back to sleep…in my cramped crate. While Zoe snored rather loudly in her palacial crate. Why she steals mine for snoozes when my parent’s are home is beyond me. Hers is huge!
Anywhoo… as I later found out, they did stop by to consolidate into a single car while they ran some errands. Unbeknownst to Mom, Dad had planned a short detour to go by the post-office where they were going to drop off our DNA test…I won’t relate to you the torture we had to endure for them to get the samples other than our cheeks were abraded with some little wiry brush thing. And you know it was bad if you saw how many treats we received to help us through this event. Anyhow, rather than turning left where they normally would have in order to complete the original errand (similar to the way we came home from the hardware store in a recent post), they went straight. As they approached Deerfield Rd – which has pretty significant traffic especially on a Friday at this time of day – they saw a dog running toward the intersection, off leash, and with no human in sight. Since they were stopped at the light and traffic was heavy passing in front of them, all they could do was sit and send telepathic messages to this dog to turn around and go home. And just as the pup got to the curb, it turned around and ran in the direction that s/he had come from. Finally the light changed, but only for the cars in the left-turn lane. So they say there waiting while the runner kept trotting away from them. Then they got the green light and sped – cautiously – in the direction they last saw their target going. After a block or so, they saw the kid again and Mom jumped out and tried to lure the free-pup into our car. It appeared as this might work but then something spooked it and…poof…gone again.
So the chase continued – Dad in the car, Mom on foot, and no one in a dirigible (unfortunately). Around another corner and the pup headed toward a house. Phew. It was finally home. There was a lot of yard work going on by the couple in the house so it made sense to Dad that the pup may have snuck out while they carried out some of the trimmings. So Dad opened the gate and asked if they had a dog. “No. We just got this house for our son and his fiancee.”
“OK. Sorry for bothering you,” Dad.
At about this time Mom caught up, opened the car door, and offered up a bone they had in the car as a way to attract the run-away so they could get a hold of it and bring it to the local no-kill shelter…the same place they found me and Zoe! Unfortunately, as it went to sniff the bone, Dad made the mistake of trying to grab it by the collar, and off it went again finding a way into the backyard in which the people were working.
So Dad went back to ask the home owners if they would let him go in the back yard around the back of the garage to see if he could capture this elusive dog. The husband, sweaty from his efforts to prune one of the trees in the yard, came down from his ladder to help in the search. Our parent’s new friend and Dad came around the back of the garage while Mom held her post in front with the car doors open (it works for us, so why not?). The furry little one was obviously freaked out, panting rapidly and hiding in the shade of a sheet of plywood leaning against the garage. Dad and Jeff (that is the new guys name), slowly approached the panicked pooch, but before they could corner her she took off toward Mom who stopped her from running into the street. With no other possibilities in front of it, the dog took refuge in the back corner of the garage – an odd glare in her left eye.
The Husband, the Wife, my Dad, and my Mother, converged in the corner and discussed what to do. The wife went into the house to fetch some water, a bowl, and some popcorn (“what dog doesn’t love popcorn”). She really didn’t want any of it. Dad got close enough to get a photo of her tag, asked Mom if she could read it, and Mom said ” that is an Orphan’s tag!” The Husband (Jeff) pulled the table away from the girl (it was apparent to them all at this point that they were dealing with a very scared little girl) – constantly reassuring her as the table made a crazy eerie screech as it got dragged across the concrete floor of the garage. This offered Mom enough room to get close enough to her – without freaking her out – to see that the tag on her collar was indeed that of the rescue that we were in – Orphan’s of the Storm. With water in one hand, her phone in the other, Mom contacted Orphan’s with the tag number on her collar – a girl who was increasingly looking like our newest pack member – while getting the pup to take a few drinks of the water.
Long story short, Tilly (that was her name) had gotten adopted that day. The guy who rescued her had bought a really sharp new harness for her ( my parent’s never got us anything that nice. Just sayin’). However, Tilly was able to back out of it and escape. She had probably run a good mile or so while he was freaking out not knowing what she’d do since he had just met her. Thanks to the work of my parents, the very nice homeowners, and the rescue, they were able to connect with her new forever friend. After a short while, Tilly and the guy with Ohio plates (on his car) were reunited. The guy restated to all present, that he had just adopted her that day and that she was blind in her left eye. Mom and Jeff made sure to instill upon her new owner that he better take care of her…or else. Still in a bit of a state after having his new responsibility run off on him, he swore he’d give her a great forever home. Satisfied, they let Tilly go off with him – but we do have his cell phone number so we can always check in on her.
So, for two days running they returned home later than expected and smelling of another dog(s). This time we totally forgave – after doing some exaggerated stretching following our day in our crates (‘specially me) – since we could smell the fear and kennel odor that was all over Tilly and was glad she didn’t get hurt and had a new home to go to.