Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Wallace isn't shaggy. He's short-haired. Mutt, comically so. Body shape: beagle. Curled tail: husky. Legs: stocky terrier, like a Jack Russell. Head: squarish, maybe boxer or pit bull. Personality: angel. He's so, so gregarious and cute, and looks at you with his big limpid hazel eyes...well. I have to get a hold of myself. Because Wallace just showed up last Friday at our house and stuck around for the weekend, and now has gone off on a jaunt and hasn't visited. His food and water on our side porch, untouched. And just when I found a forever home for him.
He had on a collar with no info. I took him to the vet-- no chip. They think he's about a year old. He's not neutered [but surprisingly docile], so the first order of things was to see if he was missing and go ahead and get his shots and get him fixed-- because the animal shelters here are overrun with dogs and cats, because PEOPLE NEED TO SPAY AND NEUTER THEIR PETS. Please.
I took Wallace for a long walk and inquired if anyone had seen him before, and after an afternoon of forensic investigation, I discovered Wallace's name and that his "owners" were moving and not to be found. So, with the help of several animal-loving neighbors, we printed out flyers with Wallace's picture, "Free to Good Home" and delivered them to coffee shops, vets, pet stores. But did I mention the shelters are overrun with puppies and kittens every spring? Not an easy thing to find a home for an adult dog.
You may be wondering why I don't adopt Wallace. I would in a skinny greyhound second except that Otto, my 7-year-old shelter-adopted Shusky [shepherd-husky mix] played with Wallace on Saturday, but by Sunday had enough, thank you, and started a big ol' scary fuss. Maybe because Wallace has yarbels and Otto doesn't-- he's neutered of course. But there was a buried squeaky hot dog toy incident, and than a ruckus, and we had to keep them apart. Otto had put his paw down about remaining a one-dog household.
So...my sister, who lives out of town, has a wonderful, gentle dog she adopted from the shelter who has the activity level of a rug...he's a rolly polly pacifist, and we decided Wallace would be a great addition to their household.
Only Wallace didn't stick around to get the news. Come back, boy.
Posted by Mindy Friddle at 9:59 AM
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