Coming in from work this morning, I was slowing to turn in to my driveway when I spotted two dogs across the street at the (under construction) fire department. At first glance, I was afraid that my own dogs had somehow escaped, so I turned around to get them. Instead I saw two huskies moseying across the (usually) busy highway. (Not so busy at 7:15 on a Sunday morning, thank goodness!) Caught up to the dogs on a side street, rolled down the window to see if they’d approach. They did, and seemed friendly enough, so I loaded them up in my van.
So there I was, with two stinky wet dogs in my van, no collars or tags on them, and no clue what to do with them. Great.
I turned around and drove to the police station, but neither of the two officers on duty was there. (Small town, right!?) I couldn’t take the dogs to my house, since I didn’t know how they’d interact with my dogs, so I decided I’d drive around and see if anyone was out searching. My daughter and I were driving down various streets, looking at different homes, and saying things like “No, those folks have Pomeranians,” or “Aw, Lady must have died - her people took her fence down.” And “Hey, those people with the basset hound must’ve moved, because they took the kids’ swing set and trampoline!”
We didn’t see anyone out looking for dogs, but several were out walking their dogs. So we asked the old gentleman with the cane - I don’t know his name, but his fat little mutt’s name is Sandy. No joy, nor from the lady with the schnauzer (Janie.) The man with the flirty basset thought that they might belong at the house across from the horse paddock. (Yes, in city limits. He had to narrow it down for me, because there are two.) Along came the gentleman with the golden retriever and the gigantic German shepherd mix (Maybe half great Dane? Maybe half horse?) He confirmed the location.
Too late to make a long story short, but the owner wasn’t home (two neighbors confirmed that the critters belonged there.) I managed to get one of the dogs into the outside kennel (filled his water bowl first.) The other made a second getaway from me, and frankly, with a broken foot, I’m not so good with the chasing right now. So I stopped by the local c-store (the only one in town,) to let the clerk and the morning coffee klatch know to be on the lookout, and where the dog belongs. When I started describing the dog to Stephanie (the cashier,) she let me know that the cops had already been by, hoping that someone had posted a missing dogs poster on the bulletin board there.
One of the cops pulled in about that time - turns out, he and his colleague had been chasing these dogs all morning. They finally caught them, and locked them in the impound lot while looking for their owners. Houdini Jr. and Sr. got out of the lot while the officers were trying to find that info…
I enjoyed poking fun at the officer, since the middle-aged woman with the bad foot and her 10-year-old daughter had managed to get the address and return one of the dogs, while the two able-bodied officers lost 'em both and had no address!
But it really confirmed to me how much I like living in a smaller town. Sure, it can sometimes be annoying when everyone knows your business, but it can be very helpful if you have neighbors who help mind your business…