Posts tagged ‘lost doggie’

April 16, 2010

found doggie girl

by badmammy

So, I’m driving along, happy as can be, headed for a haircut. Everybody knows how good a girl can feel headed for an appointment with her favorite stylieeest. It’s a glorious relationship, equal to none other. A relationship cultivated over years, often outlasting marriages. It’s the one appointment that we don’t cancel. No way. Not the hair.

And my day gets even better. The sun is shining, the sky is blue & I am wearing, comfortably wearing, a size smaller jeans that are so old style they are back in. I am breathing, too. Stylin n’ breathin. AND, after the haircut I was meeting Big Daddy & the Tooth Fairy for tacos at Juan’s. Dang! I love my life.

Lah de dah down the road. Here comes a brown doggie across the street, chasing a butterfly. Oh, isn’t that cute? I think, then realize there is a dog standing in front of my car, looking me in the eye on one of our fair city’s major arteries. I stop the car & open my door. Hey baby doggie girl. . . what you doing? She comes to me. I glance in the rearview mirror. The light has changed. A line of cars are rapidly coming towards us. I grab her collar (thinking thank god she’s got a collar on) & fling the dog across my lap into the passenger seat. This seems alright with her so I drive off.

I don’t see anyone chasing the doggie. I look for a while but haven’t got all day. Off we go to the stylieeest’s. I am early, of course, so Doggie Girl & I sit in the car sizing each other up. NO TAGS! DAMN. Nice dog, bright eyes, looking around, not freaked out. Ok. Hope I’m not begging for a “Turner & Hootch” on the interior of the SlugBug. I cracked the windows a couple of inches, parked in front of the door & went in. Let me squelch all of you right now, BD rarely asks anything of me so when he does I know it’s important. I do it. He can not abide dogs in cars in parking lots. It doesn’t bother me that much unless it’s hot out but he’s a real fanatic about it. So, I don’t do it. I drive home from the doggie park past the grocery store, drop Uno, go back to the store. Most of the time, anyway. It’s a pain in the butt. I do it cuz it’s the right thing to do & I dearly love that man.

Or so I thought. Love did not even slow me down. I didn’t even realize I had violated until we were on the way home. In my defence,  I did go to the window, cape & all, to check on her at one point during the haircut. DG was calmly sitting there in the passenger seat, looking around. All was good.

Back in the car, the only casualty was a box of kleenex. The seat was covered with kleenex but I never did find the box or even pieces of it. Still haven’t found it.

DG & I arrived home, met by BD & Uno. BD & I went into lost dog mode, taking pictures, making phone calls, uploading, posting, I made flyers. We drove back to the scene of the crime & papered it. Well, maybe papered is too strong of a word but we put out what we had time for. We raced by the vets for a chip check but DG ISN’T CHIPPED!! DAMN AGAIN.

We had to hurry & pick up the Yapper Sisters, two mini schnauzers that we doggie sit once in a while. Over the years, we’ve slowly gotten the sisters to agree that they don’t need to go into a screaming seizure every time somebody moves or makes a noise. Once one yapper makes the first yap, the other fires into attack mode not even knowing what’s happening. And then it’s on! It can get really loud. One of them can yip so high it feels like somebody stuck a sharpened #2 pencil into your ear drum.

It was a real fun rodeo introducing everyone to each other but eventually they calmed down & the butt sniffing began in earnest. After dinner, we all hung out for the evening & settled into our respective beds.

The night was, happily, uneventful. After breakfast I took the “big” dogs to the doggie park while the “little” ones stayed with BD.

Uno loves the park. She runs & bounces & runs. You can see her smiling. She gets her inner Rin-Tin-Tin on. She’s funny. DG wasn’t like that at all. She had to be coaxed into the park. She immediately put her head down & tucked her tail. I made reassuring noises & stayed closed enough to her that I could bust up any difference of opinion but remained calm & assertive. We walked around the edges of the dog park. After working with her for a few minutes, DG got to the point that she would come running when I called her. Of course, we don’t know her name & I’m NOT naming her so I just hollered “here girl”.

She goes crazy for affection & pets. I tried to give her a treat but she didn’t want it. After the other dogs gobbled theirs & were wanting more, she took one in her mouth but spit it on the floor where one of the others snatched it right up. After a few times of that she now gobbles them up like a good doggie. She has counter surfed once & pulled a roll of paper towels to the floor. She didn’t tear it up, though. I know she is a really good doggie & super smart.

So many folks have responded to our internet alerts. There’s lots of support from my Duke City Fix friends. This doggie is homeward bound.