Ten days ago, my daughter found this little wisp of a doggie at my granddaughter’s bus stop. She had no collar or tags. We have spent the last week trying to find her owners, with no luck.
We placed a “found” ad in the local newspaper, I cross-posted an ad on the local CL; and called the Humane Society and County Pound with info on this widdle doggie. She’s a Westie-and-what’s-it; from what I can tell. We had no takers.
So I have made an appointment with my vet for tomorrow morning, starting with a Micro-chip scan.
The problem is, Mr. bot has totally fallen in lurve with this little doggie. As have I! Last night he asked me if we “could skip the Micro-chip scan?” We had a discussion about The Right Thing To Do, and he begrudingly(?) agreed to go through with the Micro-chip scan.
At this point, Mr. bot and I are hoping for a negative on the Micro-chip scan. We really love this little pooch! She is a perfect fit for us, gets along with the cats and our Border Collie. She would live the life of Riley with us, our vets can attest to that.
But, we must do the Micro-chip scan. It’s the right thing to do, no? I won’t be able to sleep tonight, worried that she might leave us for people that let her run loose, get fleas and ticks; and lose too much weight. It’s a miracle that she didn’t get hit by a car, or eaten by foxes or cougars.
I’m just hoping for a negatory when they do the scan in the morning. Then we can start with playing the Name Game! I’ve thought “Nike”, because she was on the run.