Our walking adventures and Brandy.

Not the alcohol.

Yesterday, I went to walk Elka around 1:15 as I had a 2pm meeting and wanted her tired out so she wouldn't be bothersome. We had just gotten out when I spotted a collar-less lab wandering about. It must have been 90+ degrees, but I figured its owner was nearby.

I kept watching it as we walked and there was no-one around, so I started to feel like I need to do something.

We walked back and found the dog in a cul-de-sac and I whistled for her. She came over and was incredibly friendly with Elka and myself. I gave her a treat and then walked back towards the house, whistling whenever she didn't follow and treating her when she did. We got back and I crated Elka then took the dog to the vet to see if she was microchipped.

Nada.

So, I called the shelter. I had two options: keep her and post an ad in the paper, wait 30 days. If no-one claimed her she was mine. But I couldn't get her any treatment until that 30 days was up or I could get sued since she was considered private property.

The other option was to take her to the shelter; they would keep her 3 days, try to find her owner, then could legally release her. I brought here there hoping that the owner would show up, and if not, I would adopt her. I also filled out the application. She was a 6-8 year old dog with some masses in her side and I didn't feel she'd be adopted quickly; she was too sweet and wonderful to let her languish in a shelter.

This morning I got a call that she had, indeed, been claimed.

I'm very relieved. I'm not at all prepared to bring a second dog home, though I'd love one. But I also felt obligated to do the right thing. In this case, her owner did show up and I'm very happy about that.

That was yesterday's adventure.

Now we're off to the dog-park for some exhausting fun.