Doggone it
As I prepared to drive off from the Moose Lodge in Gold Hill, Oregon, only one task remained; to leave a donation at the Lodge. Already noon, no one had yet arrived so I walked up to browse the hours of operation when I had a weird feeling at my legs, one I felt before… not long ago… in Montana. I took the time for a long blink to reset the mind before looking down to see a small puppy trying to climb my legs into my arms. He succeed (with my help) and we walked back to the warmer interior of the van to mull-over the situation.
Although the little guy had a collar, there were no tags. The only thing attached was a 6 foot leash which he drag who-knows-how-far before running into me. There were no residences in sight, no buildings other than the Moose Lodge, and no one was in there since 4pm the previous day. This time I had no way to find where he came from.
How many dogs does the world have to place at my feet before I take one in? It seems the answer it is ‘two’ because this time I decided that the little bugger was coming along with me and he seemed pleased by that as well. We left the Moose Lodge together, and he happily took his spot in the passenger seat, taking a quick nap for the 15 minute ride to Grants Pass. There we spent the afternoon shopping for doggy-stuff; crate, bedding, food, treats, and a flea-collar just to play it safe.
He quickly took to the bed, ate a big meal, and even checked out his crate with complete indifference, which I take as a positive. If he does not fear it, then he will be more likely to accept sleeping in it right away which will expedite potty-training.
Now all I need is a name…
I kind of wish I hadn’t read this, Tim. I have an image of a young child who was allowed to walk the dog and lost control of it. If something like that did happen, it can be pretty damaging to a youngster to be held responsible for something like that.
I got blamed for killing our first dog when I was about three. I know it didn’t happen, he got out of his box, while we were traveling, and got wedged between the seat and the door and broke his neck, but my dad always blamed me until the day he died. That was quite a burden especially on top of the grief I already felt in losing my puppy.
You might make at least cursory inquiries with a local vet and shelter.
Pat
That is what I thought as well; The poor kid that lost this dog will be worried sick.
Unfortunately, there is literally nothing near this Moose Lodge. Across the Interstate is the small town of Gold Hill with no Veterinarian’s listed. I was at a loss as to where the poor puppy came from and where to begin to find it’s owner. I even checked Craig’s List for a lost dog post. Short of tossing it back out in the rain, I didn’t know what else to do. Luckily, I am only in Crescent City, CA and will be here for the next 5-6 weeks, so the search can continue.
his name is “MOOSE” it’s so obvious.
your welcome, mom
Cool name! Hope it works out one way or the other, but do your best for him, regardless.
Pat