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Ring out the old…

I can’t decide if this is an auspicious, or inauspicious, start to the new year, but I have been found by lost dogs (again).

Along with making 911 calls, it is also my fated duty to return lost dogs to their owners. This happens so often that I carry a collar and leash in the trunk of my car for such occasions. I can proudly boast a 100% return rate, always within 24-48 hours. In fact, I found a lost dog just a few weeks ago, although fortunately he turned out not to be very lost at all.

At any rate, these two chums have arrived on my doorstep, and are staunchly refusing to leave. We have a male siberian husky:

And a female border collie-ish sort of lass:

I managed to get them loaded into my car in order to take them down to the 24-hour emergency vet to have their microchips scanned, and now they refuse to come out. So they’re out there as I type (I left the door open [and turned the interior light off]).

If you ever find a lost dog, speaking from experience, I can tell you that the shotgun approach is the best method. First, swing by a vet’s office and ask them to scan the dog for a microchip. If that doesn’t come up with a hit, paper the entire 5-mile radius with “FOUND DOG” posters (be sure to mention the type of dog, gender, date you found it, and your phone number). Don’t forget to drop a flyer off at the local veterinarian offices, as well. Call all the local shelters, and leave your information. Post an entry on petfinder.org and on your local Craigslist site.

Then, while you’re waiting for the owner to find you, be sure to act such that a coincidence is more likely to occur. Most of my owners have found us through sheer coincidence (fate seems to favor lost dogs), but the owner isn’t likely to wander into your home. So get out there – walk the dog around your neighborhood, take it with you wherever you go, and be sure to mention it in chit-chat to every store clerk and barrista you encounter.

Both of the dogs are very sweet, and also well cared-for. They have been recently brushed and bathed, and their nails have been clipped. Alas, they have no tags or microchip, and let that be a lesson to you, if you own dogs – even if you think they’ll never leave your yard, be sure to put tags on them anyway. You never know, right? And I can’t call you if I can’t find your number on your dog’s collar, so there you have it. Tag ‘em!

Ah well, I’m off to write up some “FOUND DOG” posters and hit the streets with sheets of paper and a roll of tape. Again.

P.S. On the other hand, if you have been thinking about getting a dog or two, be sure to leave a comment! (Just kidding, I’m sure I’ll find their owner by Monday night).

No comments yet to Ring out the old…

  • awww. how adorable. our dog when I was growing up looked just like that black one, just like her. Her name was Sally, which upon reflection seems like a weird name for a dog. happy new year!

  • Bless you – not nearly enough dog-friendly folks out there.

    Have a Happy New Year – glad I found your blog this year.

  • My husband also attracts lost dogs. He too has a 100% return rate so far. Though his approach usually consists of knocking on neighbor doors. “Do you recognize this dog?”

    Happy New Year!

  • All the dogs thank you!

  • You are a Dog Savior! The husky looks like Inuk, a humane society pooch we owned for 30 days, until my husband recognized the fact that we are not a Siberian husky family — too sedentary.

    The doggies are lucky to have found you.

  • DebbieB

    You are a good person. What a nice way to start off the new year.

  • Sharon

    my daughter (11 years old) has decided to be an animal cop for the ASPCA. She has found and returned three dogs in the neighborhood. Do you remember my old Si, Drake? What a handful . Makes me think of Roxy….

  • Erika

    Oh yes, I often thought of Drake in the last few days. The problem with huskies is that they aren’t really pets. The word “domesticated” is really just a technicality, as far as huskies are concerned. They were bred to run long distances while carrying weight – not to, you know, be respectful of people, or eager to please, or trainable in any fashion that the word is commonly understood. One may as well try to make a pet out of a badger or an elk.

    And god help you if you try to walk them on a leash. Every fiber of a husky’s being says “PULL!” Training a husky not to pull is like training a lab not to retrieve. Oy.

  • Erika, the dog whisperer.

  • It is awesome that you know what your “secret” talent is. Everyone has them, they just usually don’t recognize it as a talent. The dogs see it though…

  • Lost animals seem to find me, too. DH says there is a visible only to lost animals neon sign above my head blaring out “SUCKER!” The latest dog to wander in and out of my life was Louis, a tiny Yorkie I spotted trotting down the center yellow lines of the very busy and major route through my town. Took three days to find his owner. The best lost dog story for me though is the husky I did not return to his owner. The dog turned up on a Saturday morning at the apartment complex I lived at years ago. I called animal control on Monday (not open for non-emergency until then) and they knew exactly who the dog belonged to. We returned him. A week later, the scenario replayed, only this time, I think the dog actually came looking for us. I notified animal control again and she told me she’s not surprised, dog belonged to young adult kid, dog lived with kid’s parents but kid didn’t, and parents didn’t want dog. I reluctantly returned the dog. Couple weeks later, dog on the doorstep, asking to come in again. I didn’t notify animal control this time, nor did I return the dog. Took over a week, but I found him a nice home on a rural farm with an outdoor enthusiast.