Very true.
I’m taking the dogs to the shelter tomorrow for discount rabies shots. And trying to stay awake for hockey tonight. Wednesday night’s game was fantastic but I paid for it at work the next day. I was running on pure adrenaline and am desperate for a solid 6 hours of sleep.
When I was hiking earlier, a dog came running to me on the trail from out of the woods-looked like a fawn-with a white chest and feet-American Bulldog-a neutered male maybe 8-10 months old and acting lost-a very nice and socialized dog.
He followed me to the back deck and waited there while I got a leash, gave him water and checked his tags-the name of the owner was not familiar, and there was no phone #, so I set off again with the dog, stopping whenever I saw someone near the trail, asking if they knew the dog’s owner. The doggie is very well trained, and walked on-leash nicely for one so young-or maybe he figured it was the only way he was going to see his owners again...
After a few minutes, I saw a guy hurrying up the trail carrying a leash, calling and whistling-the dog’s owner. He’s on vaca, staying at one of the cabins down the road-the dog heard ducks outside, raced out the door and down to the river before he could grab a leash-it is indeed an American Bulldog, 10 months old.
I’m so glad the owner was found-eventually that dog would have been frantic and gotten into a vehicle with someone who intended to keep him for themselves...