Tuesday, Bill was home sick and he heard this howling at the door. Turns out a little puppy was on our doorstep. So Bill takes him in the garage and when I got home from work we took him over to the Darnell's. They thought the dog was Greg's. So we went to Greg's and he wasn't there. He has a gate and barbed wire fence around his property. So I left a note on the lock on the gate. So we go over to Bledsoe's, "yeah we think the dog is Greg's". Well Greg drove by, so we head over to his place. We get to his place and the gate is still locked, my note is still there and his female dog comes out and she has had puppies recently. We honk the horn and Greg doesn't come out. We decided we couldn't just leave the puppy there, so we took it home and decided we were going to contact an animal rescue group and have them adopt out the dog.
We got that all arranged and I was just stressed out about the whole thing on Wednesday. Wednesdays are crazy anyway with choir practice. So we get home fairly early and the puppy had chewed and left a mess in the garage. Anna is all stressed out; the garage stinks. The phone rings and it is the adoption agency. They found a home for him. While I am talking to her, a car pulls in our driveway. It is Robert and Rondie's kids. "Max" they cried out "You found him". Unbeknownst to the neighborhood, Robert and Rondie's kids got a puppy recently (you would have thought that the Bledsoe's and Darnell's would have known this since their kids go to school with R&R's kids, but the rumor mill turned out to be WRONG).
I felt terrible. They had no idea how close we were to giving their dog away, but I had to call the lady who wanted to adopt him and explain to her that the puppy had a home. Anyway, I am sure Max will be back and we will get to know R&R and their family a lot better.
The problem with living as far off the road as we do and working longer hours than most of our neighbors is we just don't have an opportunity to see them very often. No one wants to make the walk up our driveway; so it is up to us to come down the hill and talk with people. Well, lesson learned. As much as we love pets, next time a puppy shows up on our doorstep...we will take him to every single neighbor and if we can't find his home we are leaving him outside.
We got that all arranged and I was just stressed out about the whole thing on Wednesday. Wednesdays are crazy anyway with choir practice. So we get home fairly early and the puppy had chewed and left a mess in the garage. Anna is all stressed out; the garage stinks. The phone rings and it is the adoption agency. They found a home for him. While I am talking to her, a car pulls in our driveway. It is Robert and Rondie's kids. "Max" they cried out "You found him". Unbeknownst to the neighborhood, Robert and Rondie's kids got a puppy recently (you would have thought that the Bledsoe's and Darnell's would have known this since their kids go to school with R&R's kids, but the rumor mill turned out to be WRONG).
I felt terrible. They had no idea how close we were to giving their dog away, but I had to call the lady who wanted to adopt him and explain to her that the puppy had a home. Anyway, I am sure Max will be back and we will get to know R&R and their family a lot better.
The problem with living as far off the road as we do and working longer hours than most of our neighbors is we just don't have an opportunity to see them very often. No one wants to make the walk up our driveway; so it is up to us to come down the hill and talk with people. Well, lesson learned. As much as we love pets, next time a puppy shows up on our doorstep...we will take him to every single neighbor and if we can't find his home we are leaving him outside.
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