Yet another WACKY adventure!
OK, so after having a real late night out with friends, we are coming home to crash. I mean a real late night. I mean a late night so late it was almost morning. We were going to go fall into bed and dream sweet dreams of dreaminess.
When Suddenly...
I see a little black form out in the middle of the road. I slam on my brakes for several reasons. 1) Don't want to hurt the whatever it is. 2) Don't want to hurt the whazzit. 3) Don't want to have to tell this one to the insurance company...
I mean my mind was racing with the late night crazies, and now I have to deal with this.
This was a little black pomeranian. Mostly scared, confused, and had no business on Lindbergh. My mind was reeling with the OK, what next. kukla_tko42 then asks me if I want to pick it up. On the one hand, a resounding NO, because this is a strange dog, no matter how cute and fuzzy, and you don't know what kind of drama you are going to get into. On the other hand, YES because then I am leaving a dog, that is probably someone's pet, in the middle of the road to get hit.
I put on the hazards, and say yes, go out and pick up the dog. If it gave me too many indications that it was going to bite, I would say screw this and get back in the car. It was fine, but had its own trepidations about me...but was well behaved when I put its wet and kinda muddy body in my almost brand new car.
OK, now what. I got this dog, but I cannot take it home, it is 4-5 am and nothing is open. Now what. So I pull into a QT because most QTs are also Police Sub Stations. This one was devoid of any men in blue. Crap. Must be shift change.
So, I ask the guy behind the counter...Turns out there is a Vet up the road. OK, we go there, no one there, BUT there is an 24 hour emergency number. We call that, and get a vet tech on the other end who offers to see if the pup is chipped. Great, so off we go to Bridgeton, to visit the scanner and see what happens next. Get there, scanner does not work, but we do discover that the dog has a collar. While the collar does not have an owner name, it DOES have a pair of Rabies tags we may be able to track down an owner around business hours. Business hours being M-F 9-5 and not 5-6 am on a Sunday morning.
So we still need to find a home for the dog. So the vet tech offers their West facility on 44/big bend.
Great, off we go. They have a scanner, dog does not have a chip.
So call to kukla_tko42's Mom. She can take the dog, we can crash at her house, and we can then look for the owner after that. OK, we bought some time.
And oh yes, while we could have shipped the dog to the animal shelter, there was a chance that would have doomed the dog to not getting her owner, and not getting adopted, which means, it would have been put down.
So we go to the mom's house, where there is already a Pomeranian in play. Well, a Dire Pomeranian. No seriously this dog is three times the size of the little black fur ball I have been carrying all over St. Louis. If these two do not get along, this will not be good at all.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to worry. These two were fine, the little black dog is not putting up with his nonsense, and she is willing to hold her own. Yay. We crash, wake up, and see that the dog has taken up residence on the couch, watching TV with alienzen, cuddled up at his side, and he is loving every minute of it. OH good, the dog has adopted him. So even if we can't find the owners, the fuzz ball is going to be OK. Oh yes, one more thing. The little fuzz ball likes me. I guess while I was carrying her from place to place, she got used to me and wants to be kinda close to where I am. So now I am adopted too.
After a bit of breakfast, we came back home, and I posted. Yay. So if anyone knows someone in Hazelwood/Florissant who is missing their older black Pom with White/grey socks and muzzle, let us know. We know where it lives.
When Suddenly...
I see a little black form out in the middle of the road. I slam on my brakes for several reasons. 1) Don't want to hurt the whatever it is. 2) Don't want to hurt the whazzit. 3) Don't want to have to tell this one to the insurance company...
I mean my mind was racing with the late night crazies, and now I have to deal with this.
This was a little black pomeranian. Mostly scared, confused, and had no business on Lindbergh. My mind was reeling with the OK, what next. kukla_tko42 then asks me if I want to pick it up. On the one hand, a resounding NO, because this is a strange dog, no matter how cute and fuzzy, and you don't know what kind of drama you are going to get into. On the other hand, YES because then I am leaving a dog, that is probably someone's pet, in the middle of the road to get hit.
I put on the hazards, and say yes, go out and pick up the dog. If it gave me too many indications that it was going to bite, I would say screw this and get back in the car. It was fine, but had its own trepidations about me...but was well behaved when I put its wet and kinda muddy body in my almost brand new car.
OK, now what. I got this dog, but I cannot take it home, it is 4-5 am and nothing is open. Now what. So I pull into a QT because most QTs are also Police Sub Stations. This one was devoid of any men in blue. Crap. Must be shift change.
So, I ask the guy behind the counter...Turns out there is a Vet up the road. OK, we go there, no one there, BUT there is an 24 hour emergency number. We call that, and get a vet tech on the other end who offers to see if the pup is chipped. Great, so off we go to Bridgeton, to visit the scanner and see what happens next. Get there, scanner does not work, but we do discover that the dog has a collar. While the collar does not have an owner name, it DOES have a pair of Rabies tags we may be able to track down an owner around business hours. Business hours being M-F 9-5 and not 5-6 am on a Sunday morning.
So we still need to find a home for the dog. So the vet tech offers their West facility on 44/big bend.
Great, off we go. They have a scanner, dog does not have a chip.
So call to kukla_tko42's Mom. She can take the dog, we can crash at her house, and we can then look for the owner after that. OK, we bought some time.
And oh yes, while we could have shipped the dog to the animal shelter, there was a chance that would have doomed the dog to not getting her owner, and not getting adopted, which means, it would have been put down.
So we go to the mom's house, where there is already a Pomeranian in play. Well, a Dire Pomeranian. No seriously this dog is three times the size of the little black fur ball I have been carrying all over St. Louis. If these two do not get along, this will not be good at all.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to worry. These two were fine, the little black dog is not putting up with his nonsense, and she is willing to hold her own. Yay. We crash, wake up, and see that the dog has taken up residence on the couch, watching TV with alienzen, cuddled up at his side, and he is loving every minute of it. OH good, the dog has adopted him. So even if we can't find the owners, the fuzz ball is going to be OK. Oh yes, one more thing. The little fuzz ball likes me. I guess while I was carrying her from place to place, she got used to me and wants to be kinda close to where I am. So now I am adopted too.
After a bit of breakfast, we came back home, and I posted. Yay. So if anyone knows someone in Hazelwood/Florissant who is missing their older black Pom with White/grey socks and muzzle, let us know. We know where it lives.