Friday, April 22, 2011
Ginger
I was just sitting at home minding my own business. The doorbell rings. It is one of my neighbors and she asks if I know anything about the dog in the middle of the street. No, I didn't know it at all. We go out and call for her, she comes slowly. We grab her, and of course she had a collar, but, no name on it....The neighbor said she could not stay as she had to get to class for an exam. So, there I stand, with a stray dog, and no idea what to do with her...She is placed in my back yard. There is only one thing troubling...
This little girl is my main concern....and she was not happy! Still, I was really liking this new girl. She was clean and well fed; she had not been on the street long. She was someone's dog. Somebody was missing their dog. How was I to find them? I sent an e-mail to our neighborhood group, called rescue groups, and nothing. Meanwhile, the day was moving on, so I got one of Shelby's big beds and settled the dog down for the night on the screened in backporch. She curled up and snuggled in. It was tearing my heart up. She was such a sweet dog, she would run all around me when I was outside, and race me to the back door, then sit down and not force her way in. She would sit at the door and look in, wanting to come in, and furrow her brows. Man, it was killing me! I called my vet and asked them for help. They were so nice. They told me to bring her in, which I did. The good girl sat very nicely in the back seat all the way to the vet. She was so happy. Several days pass and still no owner calls. The vet
knows someone who might want her. If not, I did not know what was going to happen. I teared up so many times...what was I going to do? Thankfully, before anyone could decide to take the dog, I got a phone call from the owner....her name was Ginger, and she was an escape artist. The owner had just moved in the neighborhood and Ginger bolted....all the way to my house. I did not get to tell her goodby, but, that is ok. Ginger sat beside the owners son all evening. That was enough for me. Ginger was home!!!!
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4 comments:
Sigh. Nobody ever claimed my boxer. I found him running along a very busy street. He is beautiful, well taken care of. It will be two years this August. My only guess is that somebody stole him and he got a way from his captors. Because I would hate to think the owner disposed of him. I tried for a long time to find the owners. Even had him scanned for a microchip - nothing. He captured my heart too. As did all my rescues. You are a dear to take care of Ginger until her owners found her again. Tags....tags...tags.
You never know when you take the chance. Glad he could go home...but if he hadn't who knows how he would have changed your life?
I have been there a number of times
Glad Ginger is back home...
Tabor, Ginger would not have made it because of my mini Dachshund...Shelby has had 4 disc surgeries and she is the queen bee around here. She would not let Ginger move in....LOL
Peruby....yes, tags!
Ernestine....I thought she could be my Callie, if not for Shelby!
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