Happy Endings Are The Best
Well... our guest dog's name was Sassy. I called around to a bunch of clinics when I got up. Unfortunately two of them were closed so no luck. I thought I would call the Anderson County Health Department because that's what the Tri-County Animal Clinic said to do when I called Saturday. I spoke with a very helpful woman who suggested I call the Shelter--they aren't open on Mondays so she said to try the Courthouse. Of course Anderson County Health Dept is in Clinton and I live in Oak Ridge. So calling the Clinton Courthouse about an animal registered in Oak Ridge wasn't going to be very helpful. Finally I gave up and called the Emergency Animal Control number. This routed me to the Police Dept. I was a little embarrassed since it wasn't a real emergency, but I also have to work tomorrow so I had to get this dog home today. When I said it was a Pit Bull mix, she said they had an operator there who was missing a pit bull and she would give her my information and she would call me back in just a minute.
When she called back, she asked if she had a collar. I said she did. And she asked if she was handicapped, which she is. Her name is Sassy and her mom just came by and picked her up. Apparently she does not like fireworks in the least and escaped through the fence on Friday night. She lives in the area that I found her in, but I'm glad I picked her up because she just wouldn't have been able to avoid a car if it had gone flying down that hill (as cars often do on that road).
So things ended very well. Sassy was in our home Saturday to Monday in a nice air conditioned home with water and food and towels to lie on. Rather than roaming a neighborhood or worse. And I feel like I got to pay forward my dog being lost last fourth of July. My dog is completely skittish of people, but thankfully she got trapped in a fenced-in yard and someone called us. Sassy's mom cried on the phone when she realized it was her dog and she drove over immediately.
And now to take some dog pictures as promised over the weekend.
When she called back, she asked if she had a collar. I said she did. And she asked if she was handicapped, which she is. Her name is Sassy and her mom just came by and picked her up. Apparently she does not like fireworks in the least and escaped through the fence on Friday night. She lives in the area that I found her in, but I'm glad I picked her up because she just wouldn't have been able to avoid a car if it had gone flying down that hill (as cars often do on that road).
So things ended very well. Sassy was in our home Saturday to Monday in a nice air conditioned home with water and food and towels to lie on. Rather than roaming a neighborhood or worse. And I feel like I got to pay forward my dog being lost last fourth of July. My dog is completely skittish of people, but thankfully she got trapped in a fenced-in yard and someone called us. Sassy's mom cried on the phone when she realized it was her dog and she drove over immediately.
And now to take some dog pictures as promised over the weekend.