The Mennobrarian

Meet the dogs: Part 1

02:28, Sunday, December 30, 2007 .. Posted in We love animals .. 4 comments .. Link

"Buddy! Put that down! I told you that doesn't belong to you!"

"Scrappy! That is not your bone. You have your own bone. You chew on that."

"Okay, if I have to come out here one more time, there will be no snacks after your next walk!"

Ah, the sounds of a home lively with animal companionship. Our dogs Buddy and Scrappy were two unexpected blessings that occurred just a few months after we were married. Buddy was first. We were on our wedding trip, and it was a substantial one. We drove clear across the country to see the Redwood trees in northern California, making stops along the way and on the return trip home. One afternoon, while in California, we were driving back to our hotel and looking forward to a supper of Mexican food, when we saw Buddy. He was this little white puppy chasing trucks along the highway, barking, and trying to cross over. We unhesitatingly pulled over to lure him to safety at the side of the road. He was so friendly, so sweet! And we thought he must have gotten away from someone as the stretch of road we were on fronted a beach, where many people were walking their dogs. Though he had no collar, we thought he must have gotten off of his leash. We combed the beach looking for his owner, drove through nearby neighborhoods, and called the animal shelter to see if he was reported missing.

Meanwhile, it was getting late.

Thankfully, our hotel was "pet friendly", so just a quick stop at the store was needed in order to bring him back to our room. He was hungry, and tired. And my husband was getting very attached. We would be leaving California in just a couple days, the last two of which we were booked at a fancy historic inn that was not pet-friendly. What would we do?

Well, I'll tell you. First, we ordered some Mexican take-out, and those fish tacos were delicious! When it became absolutely clear that Buddy was without a home, we took him to the vet and got him started on his shots. The vet said he was around 3-4 months old. Then, we made arrangements to board him for our last two days in California. It was torture- we already missed our little doggy. Finally, we gave him a ride back east, where he was also given a loving home here with us.

Before leaving California, a local man we had become friendly with informed us that the Redwood area has a tremendous stray animal problem. He himself had five dogs- all left near the road in front of his business. There was little doubt Buddy had been dropped off at that beach. We are grateful that we found him.

A grateful pup, heading home.
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03:05, Sunday, December 30, 2007 .. Posted by stitchnchick
Aww, Buddy looks like a great guy. How fortunate for him (and you!) that you found him!

Amy

Thanks, Amy. We do feel fortunate. :-)

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09:56, Sunday, December 30, 2007 .. Posted by gabbie427
You sound like most mommy's disciplining her children!!! Too cute!!! I loved the story!! How sweet. An instant family right there on your honeymoon!!!

God's Blessings,
Amy Jo

Amy Jo~ Anyone standing outside our window and listening would think we have a house full of children, just from the commotion of two dogs!

Edited by Mennobrarian on Monday, December 31, 2007 at 11:17

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10:50, Monday, February 11, 2008 .. Posted by Anonymous
Buddy is cute too. : )

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10:52, Monday, February 11, 2008 .. Posted by Kate
OOOPs! that last comment was from me! I forgot to write Kate instead of Anonymous. : )

~Kate