|One last bath|
As you can tell I was very torn. I had sent out several emails after I got him asking for advice in placing him. One went to my friend Kati who works alongside the St. Louis Senior Dog Project, a rescue based in the St. Louis Missouri area. My email was basically asking for advice on what questions to ask that might raise red flags for a prospective adopter.
|What scruffy cutenss|
I thought about it more. In the end, although it was terribly hard I decided to turn him over to the rescue, I thought it would be for the best. They are equipped to interview people, and get all needed vet work done (micro chip, heart worm check, vaccinations, teeth cleaned) as well as place him in a foster home that can evaluate him as regards to what his temperament is like and if he is fully house trained (he is, but refuses to acknowledge the doggie door!) and how he might integrate into a prospective adopters home.
|Carly gets down on his level|
|Scruffy, scrappy and happy|
|Time for some tug of war....|
While he was here, he finally became comfortable enough to have wild play sessions with the collies. They were worrisome for me, but evidently he was having a blast. He only got rolled a couple of times, and never hurt. The two 'pups' Minty and Carly were quite thrilled with his running rabbit like ways and there were lots of chases, with either him being the pursued or being the pursuer. Carly liked to use him for a chew toy which evidently delighted him. She would pretend to gnaw on his hind leg and he wouldn't even flinch. Ashley thought the whole display disgusting and politely pretended he didn't exist.
|And to the victor goes the spoils...even if they are as big as you are...|
In his nearly four weeks here he also managed to grow a downy covering of fur on his hinder parts and while quite funny looking he was well on his way to being healthy looking.
I literally spent hours looking for this little dogs owner. I put up flyers around the nearby roads, and in nearby towns, ran ads in the two local newspapers, called every float and/or camping outfit near the river (and there are many...let me tell you....), listed him on as many internet sites that I could, and scanned pages and pages of statewide and nearby states lost and found ads on the internet. And not forgetting that he was scanned for a microchip right off the bat at the vets. It still disturbs me greatly that no owner was forthcoming. I had a few calls, but they were wistful hopeful ones from people who had lost dogs that didn't really even come close to matching him. I'm sure I'll never know his story, but I do know that for probably most of his life he was a much loved little lapdog. Someone cared enough to have him neutered, to house train him, and to raise him to be a polite and joyful little dog. And it breaks my heart for him that that was lost or thrown away.
|And the chase is on....|
However. (deep breath) With all that being said, there isn't any use in dwelling on the sadness, but to be prayerful that he will find a special loving permanent home as he enters the next chapter of his life.
|Hey! Wait up!!!|
For now he is in a foster home and has already attended one adoption event, had a haircut that has made him look quite dapper, plumped out even more, grown more hair, been deemed to be a "Freddy" and Thursday is having his teeth cleaned. He will officially be up for adoption after that. I know he can't understand it, but I'm out here rooting for him and keeping tabs on him....and I told them if he ends back up 'in the system' then he would have a home here.
|That was fun....|
|A week later, new haircut and new digs|
|Handsome 'young' dog looking for a loving forever home!|