horseshowmom
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Yesterday, we went out to eat for lunch. On the way, I noticed a hound (not a mongrel but an actual hound) sitting on the roadside. Keep in mind that we live in a very rural area and that this isn't necessarily unusual (for hunting dogs to be out and about). There were several houses fairly nearby. Still, she had a look about her that made me wonder if she had been "put out" by somebody.
When we came back from lunch, I watched for her, but she was gone. I was hoping that she had returned "home".
After church yesterday evening, we went to get a hot fudge cake. On our way home, she was there again. This time I got a closer look at her. She was scavenging in an empty foam plate that somebody had thrown out and was pretty much skin and bones (turned out that she's also blind in one eye).
We turned around and went back to check for a collar and nameplate (none, of course). She was very skittish and wouldn't let DH anywhere near her. After a considerable amount of time, she let me talk my way to where I could get my hands on her (down in the dirt and weeds).
So our next step is to load her in the back of the truck to take her home. She lets DH pick her up (as long as I kept my hands on her). He puts her in the back of the truck, and I climb in to hold her. So here I am, my Sunday dress and shoes on, 46 years old, somewhat overweight, and riding down the road in the back of a truck with a big, not very clean hound (covered with ticks) in my lap. What a picture!
But you know what, she slept in a good doghouse last night and had plenty to eat. Some of the ticks are gone now (haven't gotten them all yet). She's very appreciative and holds very still to have her head stroked. And she's not sitting on the side of the road starving to death with that sad look on her face!
She's an old mama dog, so I think she had a pretty good Mother's Day (considering everything). At least things are looking up for her!
When we came back from lunch, I watched for her, but she was gone. I was hoping that she had returned "home".
After church yesterday evening, we went to get a hot fudge cake. On our way home, she was there again. This time I got a closer look at her. She was scavenging in an empty foam plate that somebody had thrown out and was pretty much skin and bones (turned out that she's also blind in one eye).
We turned around and went back to check for a collar and nameplate (none, of course). She was very skittish and wouldn't let DH anywhere near her. After a considerable amount of time, she let me talk my way to where I could get my hands on her (down in the dirt and weeds).
So our next step is to load her in the back of the truck to take her home. She lets DH pick her up (as long as I kept my hands on her). He puts her in the back of the truck, and I climb in to hold her. So here I am, my Sunday dress and shoes on, 46 years old, somewhat overweight, and riding down the road in the back of a truck with a big, not very clean hound (covered with ticks) in my lap. What a picture!
But you know what, she slept in a good doghouse last night and had plenty to eat. Some of the ticks are gone now (haven't gotten them all yet). She's very appreciative and holds very still to have her head stroked. And she's not sitting on the side of the road starving to death with that sad look on her face!
She's an old mama dog, so I think she had a pretty good Mother's Day (considering everything). At least things are looking up for her!
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