Found Dog

Before I get into the found dog story, I, of course, have pictures of our beasties.  Winnie looks reddish brown in this picture: 

Winnie was so tired that she flopped into her bed and although the bottom half of her is curled up, her front paws are sticking straight out.  Goofball: 

These two have learned when it’s bath time.  When the baby gate goes up in the bathroom doorway, they run for the closet. Hmmmm, I wonder where they are?!?!?:  (Winnie is sticking her tongue out in the first picture – probably because we bathe Ruger first) 

We got home last Thursday at our neighbor was outside with a large German Shepherd nearby.  Doug asked about the dog and our neighbor didn’t know where the dog came from.  I ran in the house and grabbed some dog treats.  The dog was gone when I got back outside.  I was told it went around the side of our house so I ran around the corner.  I saw the dog at the next street and I quickly walked toward the dog while trying not to scare it off.  It was hard to get near the dog. 

The large German Shepherd saw a young Golden Retriever at the end of the court and ran at the puppy.  My first thought was OH NO!!!  It stopped and sniffed the puppy and was entertained long enough for me to run and grab the dog’s collar.  I found a phone number on the tag, but there was no answer.  The owner of the puppy went into her house to get a collar for me to use.  The dog probably weights as much as I do, so I called Doug to bring my SUV.  We tried to load the dog in the back, but it would only jump halfway up into the back. 

Doug jogged the dog back to our house and the dog decided it didn’t want to go near our fence, so it turned around and pulled until its leash and collar slipped off.  CRAPPY!  I still had some treats and I was able to get close to the dog this time.  I grabbed the nape of its neck and Doug tossed the collar to me (the dog didn’t want Doug around).  We got the dog in our backyard – our crazies were inside the house FLIPPING OUT!!! 

I gave the dog some water and something told me to look at the tag again; I started thinking maybe I dialed the number wrong.  I’m so glad I looked because there was another number on the tag.  The owner answered right away.  We was at our house within a couple minutes – he was looking for the dog for as long as I was trying to catch the dog.  He said his neighbor moved out and broke the fence during the move and since his dog weights a ton, it was easy to push through the broken fence.  This is Zorro: 

Our dogs were NOT happy once we let them in the backyard.  Ruger sniffed everywhere and peed everywhere the Shepherd peed.  I’m so glad we found the owner before the sun went down.  The sky was really pretty that night. 

Ruger was really needy that night too.  I’m assuming it had something to do with the giant dog that was on HIS property:

Get off the couch!!