Okay. So I decide to go for a run at dusk when it's nice and cool. I usually run a circle on the street around the lake. About midway, I see this little light brown thing in the road, stationary. It was hard to tell what it was without my glasses and in the failing light. Was it a piece of wood? As I approached I could see it was a dog. It just sat there and watched me. I stopped and talked to it, said, "Are you someone I know?" The dog seemed friendly but very cowed. I coaxed it off the street and to the side of the road, where I petted it and discovered it's a she, and she's had puppies not too long ago. Spaniel of some kind, recently shaved fur, clipped nails, no collar. Eyes weeping terribly. Kept her tail down consistently. There were some people nearby and I chatted with them a bit, asking them if they knew the dog, but they'd never seen her. I couldn't see just leaving her, seeing as she was so street unsavvy, but I didn't have my car, of course, and no leash, so I wound up carrying her home, a prospect I did not relish since it must have been at least a couple of miles. She allowed me to pick her up and carry her that whole way without a problem, but holy shit did she get heavy. Got my bicep workout for the day, if not my jog. I'd say she weighs 20-25 pounds.
Once home she chased the cats of course, who are now not speaking to me. Newman, being as smart as he is, has camped out on top of the armoire. The dog wasn't nearly as bad as Andy and Phoebe though, seeing as she's not a terrier, and she stopped when I told her to. She sniffed and explored with interest. She showed no interest in the kitty food, and she was a bit overexcited, so I put her in a crate with some water, which she lapped up like it was going out of style, and I gave her some chicken noodle soup too. That's a bit too salty for her, but I've got nothing in the house. I guess tomorrow I'll take her picture, print out some flyers, and distribute them in the neighborhood. Or should I just contact a spaniel rescue first? I mean, this dog appears to be quite young, judging by the teeth, and she's already whelped. What if she's from a puppy mill or backyard breeder? I wouldn't want her to go back there. Her posture indicates that she's been mistreated. Or maybe someone dumped her off, which would be preferable because then she'd have an opportunity to find a good home. She really is a darling, sweet-natured and obedient, and crate-trained. No, I don't think I'll post flyers until I speak to spaniel rescue.
She'd better go for a walk after all that water she drank. Luckily I've got a spare leash and some newfangled harness that I hope I can figure out.
11:02 PM
Walked Heidi, which is what I'm calling her, but she didn't do anything but sniff. I gave her a bath upon our return because she'd obviously rolled in something dead, bleah.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:55 PM
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