So, call me a sucker, but I just can't leave animals out running wild when I know they're not wild animals. Mark and I have found (and returned) enough dogs over the course of our relationship to start an orphanage. Swear. Just last week we found a Chihuahua. No tags, no collar, nothing. Thank GAWD the owner posted all over our subdivision, and we were able to return her within a matter of hours. A few months back it was a Schnauzer mix from the neighborhood next door. This one was well-marked and returned faster than that. Before THAT it was a Jack Russell that we found running on the side of the road (a busy one), thankfully the owner was only a few minutes behind him. Last summer, "Lucky" wandered over to our house to play 4 times before we told the owners that we would call animal control the next time...which we actually ended up having to do. I digress...
Last night around 7:45pm, it was raining and nasty and chilly out, and 2 adorable little dogs wandered into our yard..Mark had just been telling me about a bird who had been dive-bombing our poor cat for awhile, so when I heard him say "Oh. no. Oh. My. God." I was certain that the bird had succeeded in his efforts to at least maim our poor guy. Nope. I was wrong. There were the 2 cutest little orphans one ever did see...and WHO would leave them out in the cold and rain? Well, apparently, most other people that I've talked to...not us. First, I walked them through our neighborhood, which was completely quiet. There were no signs of anyone searching for these ladies...So then Mark took off in his Jeep with them to look around the neighborhoods nearby and then to the Emergency vet to see if they were micro-chipped or if anyone had come looking there for them. Nope, no luck...so he came home and slept on the kitchen floor with them.
He did this, of course, because they are suffering from some kind of separation anxiety and would bark and cry if someone left the room. It's not like we had 2 sleeping kids and another female (territorial) dog in the house or anything. I mean, what the eff?! So rather than spend my day pricing crap for my garage sale, which starts TOMORROW, I have spent the day trying to acclimate all of the dogs, keep the kids happy, clean up poop (from a potty training toddler AND one of the dogs--not sure which one), oh AND clean up toys so the new dogs don't eat them.
At any rate, I am pretty sure there is an invisible sign that only dogs can see and read (somewhat like a dog whistle?) in our yard that says: "Lost/Orphaned Animals Welcome. Will feed, bathe & love. Ask for nothing in return." Yes, we're saps. But I'm pretty certain it will pay off in one way or another. That's Karma, folks, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Til Next time...
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