On Saturday,as Grant and I were coming back from the gym, we walked down our gangway to see a little dog in our yard. It had just snowed the night before, so the poor little dog was shivering and soaked. So, we wrapped it in a towel and brought it inside to warm up. I walked around the neighborhood to see if I could find the owner, but I had no luck. Then, Grant did the same with no luck as well. Then my mom drove around looking for someone who looked like they lost their dog. But again, no luck. We had plans that night to go to some friends' house, but we called them and they came to us instead, so we wouldn't have to leave. Thanks Rob and Mary. To make a long story short, we called the police station and they asked us if we could keep the dog for the night until it could be brought to a foster home (they actually wanted us to foster it, but with a one year old and 2 very large dogs, I think I would have gone insane). We agreed to do it for one night. So, Rob and Mary came over and we started to make dinner. This little doggie made herself right at home. She climbed all over our furniture and sat on the edge of the couch, looking out the window. She really was a sweet dog, even though she piddled on our floor...
We decided to let Sam and Eileen meet her and free them from the depths of the basement. It was quite interesting introducing a 75# and 105# dog to a 5# dog, but after everyone calmed down, the dogs got along just fine. In fact, little doggie liked to crawl and climb all over Samson. The best analogy that I can compare the situation to is an annoying gnat that doesn't go away. Poor Sam. She even tried to mount him.
So, that night, she made herself comfortable and slept right in the middle of us in our bed on top of our down comforter. The next day, Easter, we left to go to church. We were going to take her to the foster home as soon as we got home, but while we were at church, the officer left a note on our door saying that "Lolita" lived just 1/2 block away from us. Her owner had asked a policeman in the park if her knew anything and he did!
At first we were happy that "Lolita" was to be reunited with her family, but when we dropped her off, her owner told us that they didn't realize she was missing until that morning, almost 24 hours after she disappeared. I almost didn't give her back after I heard that. Do these people not feed their dog? Or take it outside for walks? Do they neglect it? I will say this, though, that if I find "Lolita" again, I'm going to find a better home for her where she will be cherished. I already have a list of people who would have taken her!
