char
Shared on Tue, 10/07/2008 - 09:30My face is well licked and my hands are red and raw from poochie pulling the rope I had tied to her. It's been a long night to say the least.
After talking to the police (three times last night), they said I had to keep her overnight until animal control was open at 8 in the morning. After a long few hours of her whimpering and barking outside. I bring her back in, make a bed on the floor (again) and we kinda sleep on and off together. She was very clean and smelled of sweet lavender. I laugh at that (you dog people wash you doggies in sweet smelling stuff...lol)
She barked and cried every 5 minutes. I started to tear up not knowing what to do with her, she looked at me and calmed down for some reason. The whimpering and baking was every 30 minutes after that. I would calm her back down and fall to sleep (a little)
I had a dog when I was about four years old. I really don't remember that much about her. She broke lose from the fenced yard and was hit by a car. That was it for my mom (upset her bad) So we had a cat from then on. So, when it comes to dogs, I don't know that much about them. This dog was BIG and would over power me like I was a feather.
This morning at 7 AM I feed her the rest of my chicken, some sliced ham, water and then I took her around the neighborhood to see if anyone knew her. She pulled me around like a rag doll. My hands are red and raw. One person after the other would call people they knew and after a three hour search I found a lady that thought she knew who Puissant (that's what I named the dog) belonged to. YaaaHOOOO!!! She gave me some dog food just in case it wasn't the owner and pointed the house out. I looked at Puissant and said, let's goooooo as she pulled me down the street.
Ding Dong! the homeowner looks out his window with shock. Opens the door. I say "please tell me this is your dog!!??" He said how?, Where?, What?, How? I told him, then she ran in the house (with me still attached) and started rolling all over his feet. I was very relieved. He said they got her from the Human Society five months ago. That she's a runner every time they open the door. I then said in my nicest way, GET HER TAGS!!!! I said my goodbyes and went to tell the helpful lady that she was right and thank her for all her help.
Poochies home, I'm home. I smell like a dog, have slobber all over me...ewwwww! My house looks a mess and I haven't slept much.
Thanks for all the advice, cause I didn't know what I was gonna do if I couldn't find her home. I'm wiped out. I forgot to take a picture of her. I was so upset last night and this morning I wanted to get going to catch people home. I think I'll go visit her and get a pic to show y'all how cute and big she was.
Someone called the police on my barking dog last night... LMAO....She cried, then I cried.
Please please please tag your poochie. Sorry if this reads like a mess, but I'm beat and my eyes are tired.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off for a long hot bubble bath and a even longer nap. . .
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