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Missing dogs near me
I found myself doing this today. On our drive home from our vacation in Lake Tahoe, my wife got a call on her cell phone, informing her that one of the children's dogs had gotten out. A neighbor on our block just found it out back and put it up for adoption. They were at the end of the block, out back, so we went to get it. Upon arriving, they had a small, poodle-sized dog that needed some assistance because she had a broken leg. I knew that my boys would be heartbroken if she got hurt, so I asked if we could get a hold of the neighbor for a minute to discuss it. The neighbor agreed and let us go get our dog, and we drove home with her and called the neighbor to make sure it was okay.
We got home and dropped her off and went to the kids' room. Our younger son is a bit of a recluse, but when he opened the door, he was so happy to see us again and so shocked that we had her that he hugged us. "You guys are really nice to do that. I was so excited, I thought she got killed," he said. He was shaking and had tears in his eyes. That was great. She is only 6 months old, and she is a precious little pup, but they had both grown quite attached to her.
So this story is about this puppy and us, and the little girl who found her, and the neighbor who brought us her, and all of us trying to help her. I thought it was a good, sad story, but I am not usually the kind of guy to get upset about lost puppies. But after what I read below, I think I will get upset for a little while.
I've read a lot of posts on puppy-related matters, so I think it's important to share my experience with this.
We adopted the dog at about 5 weeks of age. When she was around 6 weeks, a neighbor came by and said he had seen her wandering around and wanted to know if we would be interested in giving her back. When we opened the door to take her in, she immediately ran to my kids and started licking them, and they were both immediately smitten.
We couldn't find the guy who found her, and later tried to find his address. But his number in his business cards had been disconnected, so he had the cards and a post-it note with his contact information.
When we finally found him, he was in the same situation as the person who found her -- he didn't know where she came from. And apparently, when the owner bought her, he told her she was just one of two puppies. The one other puppy was still with the breeder, and the breeder was willing to let us have the other puppy.
But the owner knew where the other puppy was. It's his daughter's dog, and she and her husband were having a hard time having kids, so he was giving her puppy away. When she realized we had a dog and was very happy to be able to keep her, she offered to pay for the puppy to be spayed.
In the end, we gave the breeder's daughter our first dog, and the breeder our second dog.
For a while, it was just fine. She loved to play, and I liked that she wasn't hyperactive, and she didn't eat much at mealtime, but that was about it. I figured, "Maybe, in the long run, she will get tired of playing, and she will want to eat when she is hungry." I was confident that was only temporary.
As time went on, she became very attached to our kids, and they became attached to her. I was happy, but not too worried. I thought she would learn to share the kids with her brother. I hoped that would happen sooner or later.
But it didn't. She continued to get attached to our kids, and our kids continued to get attached to her. I just wasn't worried. They are older now. They know the drill. They are happy to have their friend visit them for a few days at a time, but they don't want to have her there all the time. They don't have much contact with her. They don't play with her. They don't cuddle up to her like they do with me. She is their dog for about an hour each day, when they do something with her. The rest of the time she lives her own life, and she watches, she listens, and she knows.
This past summer, we were visiting family, and the kids had their cousins, her brother, and the family dog. My son was playing with his cousins, and we went outside. It was the first time we had gotten out since she had moved in. They called me to come get them, but I told them to go inside with me. When I opened the door, my daughter ran up to the dog, and she jumped up and jumped on her. I was shocked. My son and his cousins laughed, and then they walked inside. I was a little upset.
I thought about how she acted the previous summer. She had been living with us for a few months, and I had been at work. We got up the morning of my daughter's birthday, and the kids opened her gifts. They put their presents in her crate and put some of their presents under the bed in my daughters room. They started playing. She didn't stay with them all the time. She wanted to go out to the back yard, or in her room. She went out and played with their toys, but she didn't want to be with them all the time. She didn't want to be with them all day. She wanted to do things. She wanted to be left alone, too. She was a really good dog. She was a sweet dog, but she was always looking for something to do. She was bored. She was bored in the backyard with us. She wanted to go run around the block. We were all outside. She just wanted to do something.
That day, she was outside. She wanted to play. She ran off the leash. She ran to the end of the block, and then she jumped up on the tree. She jumped and jumped, and she was getting excited. I walked in the back yard and called her to come to me. She ran back. We walked to her, and she jumped up on us. She looked up at me and wagged her tail, and she got excited. She was trying to tell me something. She wanted to play, but she couldn't jump on her trampoline because it was so big. She looked up at me, and she was excited. She wanted to be with us. She just wanted to play. She wanted to play, but we didn't have anything to play with. So, she looked around the yard, but there were no toys. There was nothing there that she could jump on. I couldn't understand it. She didn't want to play, but she was excited. She was looking for something to play with. She was trying to tell me something.
She was looking for toys, but all we had was a big bucket. She wanted a chew toy. She wanted something to play with. She looked up at me, and she was happy. She was happy because we had something for her to play with. I told her I would get her a toy.
I ran into the house to get her a chew toy. I put her in the back yard. She didn't want to come back to me. She wanted to