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My BF and I had an overnight guest on Monday night.... kinda.
I made a quick trip to the store that afternoon and when I got back I saw someone's dog was in the parking lot, near where I was going to park. I quickly realized that the dog was collared but not on a leash, so I was VERY careful about parking, making sure poochy was out of the way of harm.
I approached the dog to check the collar (brown leather with metal spikes) and saw that ... he seemed rather friendly but had no identification tags.
The neighbor upstairs warned me that he was some kind of pitbull mix, but ... I'm not one who automatically fears pits just because of their breed. I mean ... I mean I'll be careful, but I wasn't scared either. (Besides they always say dogs sense - or rather, smell - fear).
My BF estimated him to be about a year old - not a puppy, but not full grown either. Very strong, but somewhat obedient too. If I called to the dog, or slapped my leg - it came over. And it rather liked being petted.
I found out later that the dog had also been playing with a female neighbor and her daughter as they waited for animal control to show up to collect him.
But I mentioned the overnight guest - yeah animal control never showed up. We called around and found out the local humane society just directed us to the animal shelter. And the animal shelter is closed on Mondays.
My BF and I decided... we can't just leave the dog to wander the streets all night long. It may be smart enough to avoid traffic... but there's no guarantee.
So we put Dublin in the bathroom and brought poochy in. I was tempted to name him Jayne Cobb for a temporary name - but had NO intention of keeping him period. (Not only was he at least 2x the weight limit for the apartments, we didn't know if he'd be good with Dublin. And Dublin comes first. But for this I'll call him Jayne just to make things easier.
Thankfully he wasn't full grown and fit somewhat into Dublin's carrier. I mean he wasn't exactly comfortable but he could at least lie down and turn around somewhat.
Dublin was NOT happy with this. We had to calm her down because the more excited and upset she got, the more Jayne Cobb reacted, whining and starting to bark.
Thankfully we got her calmed down somewhat and got settled in. We fed Jayne some hotdogs through the carrier (he'd already been fed by at least 2 neighbors) and I filled his water (there's a bowl attached to the carrier door) from a squirt bottle.
My BF admitted he didn't want to give the dog a *full* belly cos he didn't want it thinking this was the new home. But we both agreed that it was our responsibility to care for it for the night and morning. We also gave Jayne some dog biscuits - but mindful we fed Dublin too so as not to confuse her more than she already was.
We also joked about how Dublin went back to her food bowl to snap up the kibble left over from breakfast. He said it's the mentality that "I'd better eat this or the other dog will take it!"
The night passed... somewhat badly. Dublin's in the habit right now of waking up at like 1 am to go poop. mom said we should feed her earlier and i'm going to start trying that, getting her food no later than 6 or so. i walked her for a long time too, making sure she was done before going home. not sure if she did everything but she somewhat settled down on the couch with me when we got back.
i figured this was because she wanted to keep an eye on Jayne... so i stayed with her so my BF could sleep.
In the morning we put dublin in the bathroom again and took Jayne out for a walk so he could stretch his legs and do his doggy business. i went along cos i'd already figured out he responded to women more and was able to direct him back to the apartment.
In fact i'm the one who was able to get him into the carrier, finding that he didn't fight if i picked him up to push him in. he didn't like it but he didn't fight.
I was however extremely careful in how he and dublin interacted. whenever he was out of the carrier, dublin was in the bathroom to keep her safe. I did have options available to protect ourselves should Jayne turn violent but... I chose to minimize the chance of having to use those first.
At 0900 I popped in to the office to talk to the landlady to appraise her on what had happened - that we'd had a doggy guest overnight. I was afraid maybe they'd try lopping the pet fee on us (it's now non-refundable) but I found out... she knew all about Jayne and was glad that he was still safe. I explained I'd be trying to find out where to take him - wasn't sure at that point if the humane society would take him in. That's when I also found out that he'd been playing with a neighbor and her daughter. (which confirmed my suspicion that he preferred girls)
Come 1030 I tried the HS but they said animal shelter so I called them and they said "bring it on in" and gave me the address.
i unlocked my car, opened the back door and went inside ... put dublin in the bathroom, took jayne out of the carrier, leashed him and brought him and the carrier to the car at the same time. I had to pick jayne up to put him in the car but he didn't resist.
poor jayne. he didn't like the car ride ... started whining. i finally found the shelter (the google directions were accurate but rather bendy... wish i'd realized there was a straighter route i could have taken ... (i found the straighter one on the way home).
at the shelter i saw one woman in the parking lot walking a very adorable miniature pincher. we talked for a minute and i appraised her on the dog i was dropping off - and that i didn't know his temperament. i mean sure i know he was plenty docile to us but... i wasn't going to risk her or her small dog. she looked rather thankful for the warning and moved off and told me where to bring jayne.
I do feel bad for jayne still. the shelter wasn't that great. they had received at least 3 dogs with puppies ... and now i was bringing in a pit mix. Jayne seemed to dislike the puppies too and started growling, so they moved him off to a spot well away from them.
i filled out some paperwork, listing my name, address, phone, where i'd found him.
I can only hope someone wants him - maybe the original owner but I can't tell. forgot to mention this but jayne wasn't looking well cared for... the fur at the tip of his tail was worn off and his ribs were starting to show) but hopefully someone will want him.
as my BF said, jayne will probably have a rough time of it in the shelter, but... he'll at least be fed and kept safe while he's there.
poor doggy.
i'm thinking of contacting the local pitbull society to let them know about Jayne... in case the owner doesn't claim him. there's a pit club in a neighboring county. come to think of it they may be at pet smart on saturday... and i work that day too. maybe i can head over early to see if they're visiting.
I made a quick trip to the store that afternoon and when I got back I saw someone's dog was in the parking lot, near where I was going to park. I quickly realized that the dog was collared but not on a leash, so I was VERY careful about parking, making sure poochy was out of the way of harm.
I approached the dog to check the collar (brown leather with metal spikes) and saw that ... he seemed rather friendly but had no identification tags.
The neighbor upstairs warned me that he was some kind of pitbull mix, but ... I'm not one who automatically fears pits just because of their breed. I mean ... I mean I'll be careful, but I wasn't scared either. (Besides they always say dogs sense - or rather, smell - fear).
My BF estimated him to be about a year old - not a puppy, but not full grown either. Very strong, but somewhat obedient too. If I called to the dog, or slapped my leg - it came over. And it rather liked being petted.
I found out later that the dog had also been playing with a female neighbor and her daughter as they waited for animal control to show up to collect him.
But I mentioned the overnight guest - yeah animal control never showed up. We called around and found out the local humane society just directed us to the animal shelter. And the animal shelter is closed on Mondays.
My BF and I decided... we can't just leave the dog to wander the streets all night long. It may be smart enough to avoid traffic... but there's no guarantee.
So we put Dublin in the bathroom and brought poochy in. I was tempted to name him Jayne Cobb for a temporary name - but had NO intention of keeping him period. (Not only was he at least 2x the weight limit for the apartments, we didn't know if he'd be good with Dublin. And Dublin comes first. But for this I'll call him Jayne just to make things easier.
Thankfully he wasn't full grown and fit somewhat into Dublin's carrier. I mean he wasn't exactly comfortable but he could at least lie down and turn around somewhat.
Dublin was NOT happy with this. We had to calm her down because the more excited and upset she got, the more Jayne Cobb reacted, whining and starting to bark.
Thankfully we got her calmed down somewhat and got settled in. We fed Jayne some hotdogs through the carrier (he'd already been fed by at least 2 neighbors) and I filled his water (there's a bowl attached to the carrier door) from a squirt bottle.
My BF admitted he didn't want to give the dog a *full* belly cos he didn't want it thinking this was the new home. But we both agreed that it was our responsibility to care for it for the night and morning. We also gave Jayne some dog biscuits - but mindful we fed Dublin too so as not to confuse her more than she already was.
We also joked about how Dublin went back to her food bowl to snap up the kibble left over from breakfast. He said it's the mentality that "I'd better eat this or the other dog will take it!"
The night passed... somewhat badly. Dublin's in the habit right now of waking up at like 1 am to go poop. mom said we should feed her earlier and i'm going to start trying that, getting her food no later than 6 or so. i walked her for a long time too, making sure she was done before going home. not sure if she did everything but she somewhat settled down on the couch with me when we got back.
i figured this was because she wanted to keep an eye on Jayne... so i stayed with her so my BF could sleep.
In the morning we put dublin in the bathroom again and took Jayne out for a walk so he could stretch his legs and do his doggy business. i went along cos i'd already figured out he responded to women more and was able to direct him back to the apartment.
In fact i'm the one who was able to get him into the carrier, finding that he didn't fight if i picked him up to push him in. he didn't like it but he didn't fight.
I was however extremely careful in how he and dublin interacted. whenever he was out of the carrier, dublin was in the bathroom to keep her safe. I did have options available to protect ourselves should Jayne turn violent but... I chose to minimize the chance of having to use those first.
At 0900 I popped in to the office to talk to the landlady to appraise her on what had happened - that we'd had a doggy guest overnight. I was afraid maybe they'd try lopping the pet fee on us (it's now non-refundable) but I found out... she knew all about Jayne and was glad that he was still safe. I explained I'd be trying to find out where to take him - wasn't sure at that point if the humane society would take him in. That's when I also found out that he'd been playing with a neighbor and her daughter. (which confirmed my suspicion that he preferred girls)
Come 1030 I tried the HS but they said animal shelter so I called them and they said "bring it on in" and gave me the address.
i unlocked my car, opened the back door and went inside ... put dublin in the bathroom, took jayne out of the carrier, leashed him and brought him and the carrier to the car at the same time. I had to pick jayne up to put him in the car but he didn't resist.
poor jayne. he didn't like the car ride ... started whining. i finally found the shelter (the google directions were accurate but rather bendy... wish i'd realized there was a straighter route i could have taken ... (i found the straighter one on the way home).
at the shelter i saw one woman in the parking lot walking a very adorable miniature pincher. we talked for a minute and i appraised her on the dog i was dropping off - and that i didn't know his temperament. i mean sure i know he was plenty docile to us but... i wasn't going to risk her or her small dog. she looked rather thankful for the warning and moved off and told me where to bring jayne.
I do feel bad for jayne still. the shelter wasn't that great. they had received at least 3 dogs with puppies ... and now i was bringing in a pit mix. Jayne seemed to dislike the puppies too and started growling, so they moved him off to a spot well away from them.
i filled out some paperwork, listing my name, address, phone, where i'd found him.
I can only hope someone wants him - maybe the original owner but I can't tell. forgot to mention this but jayne wasn't looking well cared for... the fur at the tip of his tail was worn off and his ribs were starting to show) but hopefully someone will want him.
as my BF said, jayne will probably have a rough time of it in the shelter, but... he'll at least be fed and kept safe while he's there.
poor doggy.
i'm thinking of contacting the local pitbull society to let them know about Jayne... in case the owner doesn't claim him. there's a pit club in a neighboring county. come to think of it they may be at pet smart on saturday... and i work that day too. maybe i can head over early to see if they're visiting.
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