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The little Yorkie's owners have been found! A very tearful and excited woman called me just a bit ago, and described the pup's collar perfectly. Her name is Chloe. The pup's, that is, not the woman's. Her name is Norma.
The family had just come home from a holiday-weekend (which is why Chloe smelled so good--they'd given her a bath just before going). The granddaughter had Chloe and was supposed to bring her inside while everyone else unpacked the car.
An hour or so later, grandmother asked her grandaughter, "Honey, where is Chloe?"
"She was heavy, I put her down."
Oops. Given the dog weighs 4 lbs. tops, the granddaughter must be pretty small herself.
Two days now they've been going nuts--they put up flyers but not, apparently, where we did. Whoops! She hadn't travelled far, but Tiff thought she was trotting down McCart...she was, but apparently had come to some point and turned back.
I'll call the family when I get home, and they can come and get their pupster. And yes, I told her, "My daughter took her to the vet's to look for a microchip but there wasn't one. Or tags." (Said pointedly, but kindly).
Maybe they will at least get her tags. Poor pup! Poor granddaughter who has been crying and beside herself for two days.
A happy ending to this tail tale for all.
(And my daughter is enormously relieved the little yapper will be gone when she gets home. LOL.)
The family had just come home from a holiday-weekend (which is why Chloe smelled so good--they'd given her a bath just before going). The granddaughter had Chloe and was supposed to bring her inside while everyone else unpacked the car.
An hour or so later, grandmother asked her grandaughter, "Honey, where is Chloe?"
"She was heavy, I put her down."
Oops. Given the dog weighs 4 lbs. tops, the granddaughter must be pretty small herself.
Two days now they've been going nuts--they put up flyers but not, apparently, where we did. Whoops! She hadn't travelled far, but Tiff thought she was trotting down McCart...she was, but apparently had come to some point and turned back.
I'll call the family when I get home, and they can come and get their pupster. And yes, I told her, "My daughter took her to the vet's to look for a microchip but there wasn't one. Or tags." (Said pointedly, but kindly).
Maybe they will at least get her tags. Poor pup! Poor granddaughter who has been crying and beside herself for two days.
A happy ending to this tail tale for all.
(And my daughter is enormously relieved the little yapper will be gone when she gets home. LOL.)
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Date: 2009-09-10 03:06 pm (UTC)Nick and I saw a really big Akita once, running along the street, leash behind him. Now...I know Akitas, and they can be aggressive--we did try to find him but he disappeared.
My two run up to people tails wagging and that is often how they are caught. My fence is finally reinforced well--the last escapes by Shelby were through the front door! KIDS! ARGH! Once a kid chases my dogs, they are super-careful with the door. :)
(I keep this kitty icon just for you)
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Date: 2009-09-10 03:11 pm (UTC)I love that kitty icon. *beams* I don't have a doggy-icon (I'm sorry!!!), but I have a Draco-icon to inspire you for your darkfest story. *hugs*