I Was About to Feed the Dogs
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|Tue, 03-19-2013 - 4:10pm|
last night about 5 PM, when my phone rang. My friend, pet-sitter, and intake officer for DFW Pug Rescue was on the phone. Could I drop everything and go pick up a pug in a neighborhood a couple miles north of me? Friendly, and sitting on someone's porch, but had been wandering the neighborhood for 24 hours or so, and they were afraid he would be hit by a car. Tim was at a client's house, having to feed their dogs and give one of them insulin, and he estimated he was better than an hour away from picking up the dog. I said "sure," and Tim gave me directions to the house and said "the guy who called me is named Jim, and he says he is an Arlington shelter volunteer and doesn't want to take the pug to the shelter." What a coincidence; I even knew the guy.
So I pitched an air kennel into the hatch of my car, went out there in rush hour traffic, and the pug was standing in the middle of the street. Big, fawn boy, white face, snaggle-teeth. Probably 8-10 years old. No collar, no harness, just a naked dog. Taurus was in my largest crate, and this stray barely fit in the smaller one.
Tim came to my house when he finished with his client's animals, and got the stray. He said he was taking him straight to the Westcreek clinic. Well, I hope Tim drives faster than I do, or he knows a short cut or two because it's 25 minutes from my house to the clinic, and I think they close at 6.
I will watch for the stray to show up on the intake report and see what Rescue names him. They will check to see if he is microchipped, but I doubt it -- no collar, no harness - looks like he was dumped.