Found a very sweet, very stinky dog that now won’t leave my side.
I think you might be her new family…
I wish. She’s well-fed, affectionate, and trained, so somebody is surely missing her.
Baby. A horrendously smelly baby. If we can’t find her owners, we’ve got some potential takers among our friends. Last option is a special pitt bull rescue center - or, if my dad continues to melt over her and bring her scraps of turkey, maybe our home.
more updates please
We’re currently attempting to lure her inside with trails of turkey breast. We don’t want to put her into a car to take her to the vet until she smells less like Death.
Well, she’s inside, and my mom says I can’t call her “Lore” because we already have a dog named after a 90’s TV show character. She wants to name her “Tesla” because she likes Doc Brown’s tradition of naming dogs after scientists, but I don’t want to face future discourse about it.
The Dog has had a bath and took it very gracefully. She’s been incredibly shy since she came inside, but now that she’s (mostly) destinkified, she seems a hundred times bolder and more trusting and is curiously exploring the house.
She seems to absolutely adore other dogs, but Scully has been pissy lately, so we’re keeping them apart. She has a limp that I’m worried about, but her facial lacerations appears to be healing well and she allows herself to be lifted calmly.
We’re waiting to hear back from the owner listed on her microchip. We found her almost five miles from her home address, which doesn’t rule out the possibility of being dumped. If her owners don’t want her, we’ll find her a good home.
In the meantime…
Is there an update? How old is this?? Is she ok??
She’s currently at the clinic with my mom getting vaccinated. Still no response from her owners. She slept next to my bed last night and snored the entire goddamn time.
Day 12: I’ve almost given up hope of hearing back from the owners. As of tomorrow, she’ll have been in our care and long enough for the humane society to consider her abandoned and allow for her legal adoption to a new home. She’s going to spend tomorrow night with a local couple to see how she gets along with their old labrador - if it’s successful, they’ll adopt her once their vacation is over.
In the meantime, I have taught her to provide what I am told counts as “deep pressure therapy”, and she has become a much happier, more confident, and far less stinky dog than she was two weeks ago. Her laceration has healed nicely and her limp has vanished.
February 20, 2019: Crime Dog has been with me since December 27, but tomorrow (today, technically—it’s 1 AM) she goes home with the the gay couple who are adopting her. One of them works from home and will be able to keep her company at all times. They’re already in love and have gone out and bought toys for her, and have fortunately agreed to let me dogsit from time to time.
Tonight I am making an exception to my hard and fast “no dogs on the bed” rule. She’ll be sleeping in bed with her new family every night and will be doted on with saccharine devotion, so I dont really have anything to be sad about—she’s getting a storybook “happily ever after”, which is as lucky as any scarred-up stray pitbull can get.
But for one last night, she’s my dog, and I get to hold her and cry into her fur.
I’m crying at the last line. I know that feeling.
