ponyparty
Well-Known Member
On Sunday, we were driving along on the way to a family meal (running late, as always) when a little terrier ran out in the road in front of us. He nearly got hit by two cars coming in the opposite direction, I scream at OH to stop the car and frantically looked for anything to catch him with. As we were in OH's car, it wasn't littered with lead ropes and horse paraphernalia, so the only thing i could find was an iPhone charger, ha.
Went and caught the little guy, an elderly and rather overweight chap, who was very friendly, and knocked on loads of houses doors but nobody knew him. Asked dog walkers in the local park, nobody knew him still.
There is a Blue Cross rehoming centre nearby to where we were headed for lunch and they were open on Sundays, so we took him there for scanning - no microchip apparently. I left him with them, for them to call the dog warden. It broke my heart, he was so stressed out and I couldn't stop thinking about his poor owner.
I got OH to make and print some posters with his photo, saying to call the Blue Cross... I went round postering on Tuesday night, I spent ages and asked every dog walker/person I saw if they knew him. Nobody recognised him and I was beginning to lose hope when the very last couple I saw before I got back in the car said they knew him! His owners lived just a few doors up from where I had knocked doors up to.
I went and knocked the door and showed them the poster, and the man said yes, he knows the dog.
- So, is it yours? I asked him.
-Well yes but.... The thing is you see.... I've lost my driving licence on medical grounds, and my wife has broken both her feet...
I offered to give them a lift to fetch him.
And then out came the truth:
- We don't really want him any more.
My heart broke for this poor little dog, they'd had him 9 years and he is 11 years old. I said I would see if I could offer him a home.
Then trndled back home to break the news to OH, who was less than receptive to the idea of another dog. We haven't the space (we have, and we're moving house anyway to a bigger house). We haven't the space in the cars (we'd make the space, of course).
So, the compromise is: We all go to see him, and our current dog meets him. IF they get on ok, and he seems ok with little one (house he came from had a baby too) then we go for it. If not, I will never mention it again! Seem fair to you, o wise members of HHO?
Rescue centre he's at have said several times he's got little chance of being chosen for a new home at his age, people want younger dogs they'll "get more out of". So sad for the poor little mite!
Went and caught the little guy, an elderly and rather overweight chap, who was very friendly, and knocked on loads of houses doors but nobody knew him. Asked dog walkers in the local park, nobody knew him still.
There is a Blue Cross rehoming centre nearby to where we were headed for lunch and they were open on Sundays, so we took him there for scanning - no microchip apparently. I left him with them, for them to call the dog warden. It broke my heart, he was so stressed out and I couldn't stop thinking about his poor owner.
I got OH to make and print some posters with his photo, saying to call the Blue Cross... I went round postering on Tuesday night, I spent ages and asked every dog walker/person I saw if they knew him. Nobody recognised him and I was beginning to lose hope when the very last couple I saw before I got back in the car said they knew him! His owners lived just a few doors up from where I had knocked doors up to.
I went and knocked the door and showed them the poster, and the man said yes, he knows the dog.
- So, is it yours? I asked him.
-Well yes but.... The thing is you see.... I've lost my driving licence on medical grounds, and my wife has broken both her feet...
I offered to give them a lift to fetch him.
And then out came the truth:
- We don't really want him any more.
My heart broke for this poor little dog, they'd had him 9 years and he is 11 years old. I said I would see if I could offer him a home.
Then trndled back home to break the news to OH, who was less than receptive to the idea of another dog. We haven't the space (we have, and we're moving house anyway to a bigger house). We haven't the space in the cars (we'd make the space, of course).
So, the compromise is: We all go to see him, and our current dog meets him. IF they get on ok, and he seems ok with little one (house he came from had a baby too) then we go for it. If not, I will never mention it again! Seem fair to you, o wise members of HHO?
Rescue centre he's at have said several times he's got little chance of being chosen for a new home at his age, people want younger dogs they'll "get more out of". So sad for the poor little mite!