At least in a dog’s eyes.
When we got to work this morning, this little guy was hanging around our office:
Isn’t he an absolute cutie-patootie??? He just walked right in like he owned the place and loved on all of us. He had no collar or ID of any sort on him, so I started calling the neighbors. No one recognized him. Just what I was afraid of. My office is in a dumping grounds hot spot. I have no doubt the little guy was dumped over the weekend. We gave him food and water and began making phone calls and sending emails to rescues. No way was this fella going to the county pound, and I couldn’t just leave him outside. We are on a busy two-lane highway, and this pup had no fear of cars whatsoever, furthering my suspicion that he had at one point been a house dog. Wherever he came from, he had been on his own a while. He was pretty thin (not emaciated but underweight) and really dirty and desperately needed his nails trimmed. But I couldn’t just send him back out on his own, so I had a little four-legged shadow at work today! The more time I spent with him, the more certain I became that he had been a pet. He didn’t pee on anything (not a normal behavior for an un-neutered male). I let him outside and he peed and came right back. And by the end of the day, he had staked his claim on my computer chair. Yeah, he was familiar with the creature comforts. But I still had no idea what I was going to do with him at closing time. I couldn’t bring him home. Bella and Harley are both dog friendly, but they play entirely too rough. I was afraid they would hurt him not meaning to. And I couldn’t just leave him in the office overnight.
Anyway, in addition to calling around, I uploaded this picture to Facebook trying to find him a home. After lunch, a lady that I worked for a few years ago that lives a couple of hours from here spoke up and said if I couldn’t find anyone else she would take him. HALLELUJAH! I was in the process of trying to get in touch with her when one of my regular customers came in. His mom lives across the street from the office and was the first one I called this morning. She had called him and told him about the dog and he came by to see it. Praise the Lord, he took it home. He already has a poodle and a miniature pinscher at home, so it should be a great fit. I left work with a happy heart and a smile on my face. Nothing… absolutely nothing… makes me happier than to see a stray/shelter/abandoned dog going to a good home to live a happy life. I will never in a million years understand how some people can treat animals as disposable objects. It sickens me. I’ve had to accept that I can’t save ’em all, but it makes me really happy to know that I made a difference in the life of one dog today.