Gizmo

I found another stray dog yesterday. I was just pulling out to run some errands and this groomed Pekingese came trotting around the corner. Some of the people around here are idiots and let don't leash their dogs so I sat for a moment and waited to see if a person appeared somewhere near the dog. No joy, but I could see it had a collar on it (a spiffy yellow Nascar number) so I figured I would sneak a peak at the tags and maybe take him back where he belonged. I re-parked the car, got out, and tried approaching the dog. Again no joy. He kept his distance and was quite standoffish. I did get close enough to pet him a little, but then he tried to bite me. Great, now there is a dog running around that will either get hit by a car or bite some child that doesn't know better and tries to pet it. As an added bonus the collar had no tags attached. What? That's right no tags. And what, pray tell, is the point of having a collar for your dog if you aren't going to put tags on it. Just letting everyone know he likes Nascar are we? Super. So I ran back upstairs and grabbed a leash. I spent the next 10 minutes or so following the little dude with the makeshift slip collar/leash you can make by passing the clip end of the leash through the hand loop. My patience and experience at the HSKC came into play here and I did get him on the leash without too much trouble. Then we trotted over to the office to ask if they knew the dog before I called animal control. They said there was only one Pekingese on property but the picture they had was of a Pekingese in full coat so they weren't sure if it was the same guy. They were very nice and volunteered to call over to the apartment to see if they were missing their dog. Turns out they were and Gizmo had mysteriously escaped. Mom and Dad weren't home, but their daughter (17ish) and son (12ish) were. One of the nice ladies from the office accompanied me over to their apartment to deliver Gizmo. There are three people at the apartment.

1. Son
2. Daughter
3. Daughter's boyfriend

Hmmmm, can you imagine what happened? I asked both the son and the daughter to tell their parents to get Gizmo a tag so that he didn't end up in the shelter if this ever happened again. I held my tongue on the neutering thing as I didn't think the message about the tags was going to get through anyhow. I also made the son take off the leash so I wouldn't have to get near his face. Good times.

In happy news Roland and I leave tomorrow for our 5 year anniversary trip!