If I Were A Dog Person, I Might Just Be A Dog Whisperer

Damned dogs.

They are the bane of my existence.

Even the ones that don’t belong to me.

Look who I rescued today.

Awwwww, aren’t they cute?

You might think so, but a photo won’t tell you what they smelled like.

I can though. (And you would know too, if you caught one whiff of me.)

I need a shower.  Eeew.

So I’m on my daily “loop” between schools and I have to stop short on account of the car in front of me having nearly hit these little ones, who then proceeded to run UNDER my car.

I put my car in park and turned it off.

Yes, in the middle of a busy road.

I opened my door and thankfully, they both JUMPED in.

Y’all.  It was a busy road. Bailey and Macy were mere minutes from being roadkill.

The only tags they had were rabies tags, which is IRRESPONSIBLE at best, but better than nothing.  I called the vet and got an address and a phone number and drove them home.

But no one was there.  The open garage door let me to assume the owner had left in a hurry to give chase. I gave the dogs some fresh water and left them in a kennel in the back yard, assuming the owners would be home shortly.

That was two and a half hours ago.  I still haven’t heard from them. They clearly don’t know their dogs are FINE.  Heck, for all I know, they may not even know Bailey and Macy escaped.

And are those poor dogs still cooped up in that little kennel?!

Seriously?  I’m a little mad.  I should have just kept them for a while.  Let the owners sweat it out a little.  They were sweet.  And little.  (The size I THOUGHT my own damned dogs were going to be.)

Here’s the thing.  This is the third time in three weeks I have done this.  And the SIXTH in the past year. What does that say about me?  (Other than I’m in my car too much?)

Well, here’s what I have to say about me.

I am not, I repeat, NOT a dog person.

I am however, a people person.  I hate the thought of a frantic owner or a guilt-ridden driver for having hit a dog, because I wouldn’t want to be either!

See?  I have a heart.

I hope there’s such thing as dog karma, because the day is coming that I become that frantic owner and I hope someone brings my girls home safely.

Moral of the story?  Make sure your dog has tags with its NAME, ADDRESS and CELL PHONE NUMBER.