Found!
Hurray! Pop open the bubbly.
Neighbor A and I went for a walk tonight and found Trouble’s owners. His real name is Chaos. I was SO CLOSE. lol
It was a pretty anti-climactic end to a strange day, but all’s well that ends well. The Animal Control shelter told them that they didn’t have a dog matching his description, which really pisses me off. Why do you have a FOUND BOOK and FOUND REPORTS if you don’t check those? Sheesh. EEdiots.
Also, the flyer that I put up right across the street from these people’s house was gone. So now I sort of look like an asshole walking around with their dog (even though I was out walking him AGAIN to see if I could find people who knew him), and felt like I had to explain and justify my whole day. Neighbor A did too, and tried to make a point in letting them know I wasn’t poaching their dog and had gone to great lengths to make sure if somebody was looking, he could be found. Gah. I may just be overtired, but neighbor A was feeling the same vibe. Just, sorta ... ODD. Like, that if it were one of OUR dogs, we would have reacted differently. Yunno?
Wonder if I made a mistake in taking him in the first place, he lived right next to where I found him. Me Feel Like A-hole.
But they did make a point to say that he must have gotten out sometime last night and they weren’t aware of when that happened and so forth, and that he JUST lost his tag, too. They thanked me, and seemed to love the little guy and all that jazz.
End of the day, I was TRYING to do the right thing by the dog, not the owners. And it all worked out.
I am 110% relieved.
But now? I am thinking I want to start seriously looking for a dog of my own. One that I’m not allergic to and stuff.
Posted by chepooka on 07/13 at 08:25 PM

