ChrisH
02-23-2003, 05:19 PM
This post is going to be a bit of moan and quite long, but of interest I hope.
There are a quite a number of dogs that roam the estate I live on. They are not true stray dogs, they know where their homes are they are just left to wander at will. I ignore them as best I can (it is hard to do so) only intervening when I think a dog is a true stray, or in trouble in some way. I have however returned a number of dogs that I know for certain have escaped, and most times the owners have been pleased I have done so. I have called the dog warden to dogs I have known I couldn’t help. For example, there was once an unknown to me bitch that was in season and was being mounted by a dog I did know but had moved with his owners from the area some weeks ago and to where I did not know. I had nowhere to keep either or both dogs so I called the warden to take them. Their owners later claimed both dogs.
Last year there was a cute little dog called Poochie that I did truly rescue. It is a little Yorkie bitch and was being chased around and around by four dogs. As it was a Sunday there was no warden on call so I took her home, put her on a lead and walked around the part of the estate I found her on hoping she would take me to her home. No luck, so I took her back to my home. Kept her until the next morning when I could phone the warden (which was fun.. not! She didn’t like Bob and didn’t want to stay alone, I ended up crating Bob and sleeping with her on the couch.) Happy ending next day, I called the warden, her owner also called the warden and Poochie and owner were reunited with great joy. I didn’t know a Yorkie could jump that high!
All that was to give background to today’s events which began when I glanced out of my front window and saw this little jack Russell dog trying to mount a lot bigger bitch (or so I thought) of unknown breed (looked a little bit like Simba actually). Anyway, tried to ignore it but in the end I went out with a lead, got the bigger dog on it and stood behind my small fence away from the jack russell. Asked a couple of kids if they knew whose dogs they were and one of them thought they knew whom the bigger one belonged to. I asked if he would go to the house and ask. He did, it was their dog, which was, when I looked a male, called Max. So I found another lead for the jack Russell, who was still enamoured of Max, and we took Max home, hoping also that they would know whom the JR belonged to. They, or I should say she, didn’t.
I will point out here that Max had a collar on with a tag saying he was microchip, but no other ID! I asked her and her little sister that I saw later, if they would get him an ID tag also, but I think it may have fallen on deaf ears.
Ok, I was left with the JR now. I walked all over the place with him, just once I thought he may have been on track but he led me back to Max`s house! Was losing heart by now, thought I just walk a different way then, well, I didn’t what I would do then! Anyway, I met this guy with his dogs and he said it may be the one called Patch who lived just across the way from him, I took the dog there and the guy was right. Sigh of relief.
Conversation went like this. Me; is this your dog? Woman: yes, Patch where have you been you naughty boy. To me she said, thanks, he sneaked out when I went to the shops. Where did you find him? I told her and she asked if there was a bitch in heat around there, I said no, he was after a dog. She didn’t reply. I asked her if maybe she should get a tag for his collar, she didn’t reply to that, just said he would have found his way home anyway.
Todays result.
Two dogs successfull reunited with thier owners, good.
Two dogs who will no doubt be found roaming again, Patch because he needs neutering. And Max, well, he does have sort of caring owners but not caring enough, you see I have seen Max before, although I knew nothing about him then of course. I was out with Bob and he was running around the field and onto the road where he actually stood in the middle and if a car had not had good brakes he would have been a goner. I took Bob straight home and went back out to look for him but he had disappeared.
What`s to be done about such people? I will answer myself, not a damn thing can be!
Chris
There are a quite a number of dogs that roam the estate I live on. They are not true stray dogs, they know where their homes are they are just left to wander at will. I ignore them as best I can (it is hard to do so) only intervening when I think a dog is a true stray, or in trouble in some way. I have however returned a number of dogs that I know for certain have escaped, and most times the owners have been pleased I have done so. I have called the dog warden to dogs I have known I couldn’t help. For example, there was once an unknown to me bitch that was in season and was being mounted by a dog I did know but had moved with his owners from the area some weeks ago and to where I did not know. I had nowhere to keep either or both dogs so I called the warden to take them. Their owners later claimed both dogs.
Last year there was a cute little dog called Poochie that I did truly rescue. It is a little Yorkie bitch and was being chased around and around by four dogs. As it was a Sunday there was no warden on call so I took her home, put her on a lead and walked around the part of the estate I found her on hoping she would take me to her home. No luck, so I took her back to my home. Kept her until the next morning when I could phone the warden (which was fun.. not! She didn’t like Bob and didn’t want to stay alone, I ended up crating Bob and sleeping with her on the couch.) Happy ending next day, I called the warden, her owner also called the warden and Poochie and owner were reunited with great joy. I didn’t know a Yorkie could jump that high!
All that was to give background to today’s events which began when I glanced out of my front window and saw this little jack Russell dog trying to mount a lot bigger bitch (or so I thought) of unknown breed (looked a little bit like Simba actually). Anyway, tried to ignore it but in the end I went out with a lead, got the bigger dog on it and stood behind my small fence away from the jack russell. Asked a couple of kids if they knew whose dogs they were and one of them thought they knew whom the bigger one belonged to. I asked if he would go to the house and ask. He did, it was their dog, which was, when I looked a male, called Max. So I found another lead for the jack Russell, who was still enamoured of Max, and we took Max home, hoping also that they would know whom the JR belonged to. They, or I should say she, didn’t.
I will point out here that Max had a collar on with a tag saying he was microchip, but no other ID! I asked her and her little sister that I saw later, if they would get him an ID tag also, but I think it may have fallen on deaf ears.
Ok, I was left with the JR now. I walked all over the place with him, just once I thought he may have been on track but he led me back to Max`s house! Was losing heart by now, thought I just walk a different way then, well, I didn’t what I would do then! Anyway, I met this guy with his dogs and he said it may be the one called Patch who lived just across the way from him, I took the dog there and the guy was right. Sigh of relief.
Conversation went like this. Me; is this your dog? Woman: yes, Patch where have you been you naughty boy. To me she said, thanks, he sneaked out when I went to the shops. Where did you find him? I told her and she asked if there was a bitch in heat around there, I said no, he was after a dog. She didn’t reply. I asked her if maybe she should get a tag for his collar, she didn’t reply to that, just said he would have found his way home anyway.
Todays result.
Two dogs successfull reunited with thier owners, good.
Two dogs who will no doubt be found roaming again, Patch because he needs neutering. And Max, well, he does have sort of caring owners but not caring enough, you see I have seen Max before, although I knew nothing about him then of course. I was out with Bob and he was running around the field and onto the road where he actually stood in the middle and if a car had not had good brakes he would have been a goner. I took Bob straight home and went back out to look for him but he had disappeared.
What`s to be done about such people? I will answer myself, not a damn thing can be!
Chris