Our dog walks have gotten even crazier.
With foster dog Molly on quarantine , we couldn’t walk her with the guys. Thankfully John had time off over the holidays, so four walks a day weren’t impossible. Now she’s past her quarantine, and we’ve been doing paired walks to introduce her to the boys. She is VERY nervous about meeting new dogs, so we stuck her with Emmett for the first few days. He’s so calm and serene, she relaxed right away. Then we walked with Cooper, and they pretty much ignored each other, which I consider a victory. Then Lucas… we kept them about 10 feet away from each other, switching off who led and who followed. After a couple walks, we inched them closer together until they were nearly side by side (Molly-John-Me-Lucas). Still, though, that only cut us down to three walks a day.
Yesterday John took Lucas on his walk (without Molly… we wanted him to get the exercise without the stress…), and he called me about 15 minutes in. “There’s a loose dog running down the street in front of the yellow house,” he said. I grabbed a leash and some treats and started toward the yellow house to distract/catch the dog while John high-tailed it with poor Lucas. “Wait,” he said. “There are two dogs.”
The play-by-play is too stressful to relive, so here’s the gist:
I called the two dogs. They were super friendly, so I directed John which direction to run home with Lucas while I distracted the dogs. He got home, put Lucas inside, then came out to help me catch the dogs.
Which we did about a block away, but just as we were leashing them, a fluffy red dog sprinted down the next street. We reunited the first two with their owners – one of the dogs lives a few houses down from us, the other dog belonged to a guy who was doing work on her house – though they didn’t even realize the dogs were missing and then had the NERVE to ask us if we wanted the lab (she was so old… her face was completely gray… I wanted to punch the guy). “Free to a good home,” he said.
While we were standing in the street handing them over, a guy pulled over in a Jeep and asked us if we had seen HIS dog who was running loose. It was the little red dog. He was driving around looking for her. So, John took a leash back from the first two people, I went inside and got Emmett (bait…) and we walked in opposite directions.
No luck. We never found that little dog, but we’re hoping the guy did because we didn’t see him circling in his Jeep after a while.
I’m thankful we were able to get Lucas out of a potentially dangerous situation.
I’m thankful we were able to catch two of the dogs before they got hit by a car.
I’m thankful we found their people (even though I think the lab owner is an a$shole).
But incidents like these make me crazy, and I am so stressed about finding Molly a family! (That link opens a PDF flyer if you know anyone…)
That was our weekend! How was yours? Any fun walks or adventures?