holy cow! i was heading out of town to go to wal-mart yesterday(our town is about 3,000 ppl). was heading over the overpass and about 75 yards infront of me there is a dog in the middle of the bridge! smack dab in the middle cars and trucks zooming bye he didnt know what to do. luckily by the time i got to him there was a break in the traffic i was able to stop and by miracle he trusted me to jump into the car. it was sunday, but i tried the vets anyway (small town uses vets for animal shelter 'no humane society') supprise supprise they are closed. so i figure ill foster for a night and take him in the morning. every thing runs pretty smoothe except him and max accualy dont like eachother, which supprised me but i remembered some of you had said that un altered males dont like altered males, so figured that was the case, so i separated them for the night, put the guest in max's crate. but the next morning when i went out to get him...oh boy, he is a strong one! he'd broken the welds on max's crate and bent the metal over 7 inches so he could get out! i have no idea how he did it, but he was loose in the garage. tried to dart out the door when i opened it. cept im to fast
so i took him to the vets this morn, and by chance the minute i walk in the door the phone rings and it's the owner looking for his dog "german short hair named TRIGGER" . so mission acomplished...
.reunited. it was kind of fun i hadnt rescued a dog for over a year now. when we lived in the country people would ditch their dogs out there for whatever reason thinking it was a good place to leave them, and i would be finding them quite often, but now that we are in town, that isnt the case. it's a very fullfilling thing to do! i just now realised that i forgot to take pics of him, duh... sorry guys.
