The Quest For Pet

On Monday after he returned from his trip to Illinois to return "stolen" merchandise, Farmer H called about the dog I want to rescue from the Sis-Town dog pound. He got central dispatch, who said the animal control guy wasn't working that day. This was expected, because it was Columbus Day, a holiday observed by the state of Missouri for government workers, so the local government usually follows suit.

Anyhoo... I took that as a good sign, because if WE couldn't talk to somebody about adopting this dog, then nobody else could, either. Farmer said would try on Tuesday. Meanwhile, I was obsessively (don't say you're surprised) checking the Facebook page for any new comments. Just in case somebody else was trying to steal my abandoned, broken-legged, intended pet! Only one new comment, saying he deserved somebody to give him a good home.

Shortly after 9:00 on Tuesday, Farmer H called. 

"I talked to the guy at the pound, and he said he can meet me at 1:00 to get the dog. He said, 'You realize this dog weighs 40 lbs!' I said I didn't, but that was okay."

"Why would he tell you that?"

"I don't know, unless he thought maybe we was gonna keep it in the house."

"Can you get him okay?"

"Yeah. I brought the pet carrier in the back of my truck."

"Do you have a collar and leash?"

"No. But I'll have him in the carrier."

"Can you lift him?"

"I can lift 40 pounds, HM!"

"Well. What if he runs off when you let him out of the carrier? Takes off on three legs! You still won't be able to catch him."

"I have the lead from when we had Scarlett out there."

"But you might need a collar! I guess the Dollar Store might sell them. Or the feed store."

"Yeah, the feed store right there in town probably has them. I think I have what I used on Scarlett. A leash. I'll get him home."

"Are you sure you want him in the side yard like Scarlett? You could put him out front by the driveway, under the big cedar tree."

"No, I think I'd rather have him at the side, in the light."

"I hope he's not mean and snarly. The lady who found him said he was nice."

"If I can touch him and pet him, he'll be better than Pupsie!"

I don't know what "being in the light" has to do with anything. We're not going to be outside with this dog at night. Both places have shade and sun throughout the day. With temps in the mid-70s now, he'll be fine wherever we keep him. A couple weeks, and he can be let loose to hang out with my little Jack.

I'm excited!