Last week I had a dog for six hours. Now I’m trying to get her back.
She was leashed to a tree outside my apartment building. When it became apparent that her humans weren’t around, I sat outside to play with her and keep her company. Neighbors told me that she had been tied out there for a few hours, and I started to get worried. After dark, I left a note on the tree with my phone number and an explanation, asking the owners to call me when they wanted to pick her up. Then I took her around the street and asked if she belonged to anyone. She didn’t, but I met a vet tech who agreed to help me.
Because of Bunny, I couldn’t keep a terrier loose in my apartment while I was at work. So the vet tech set up a dog crate in my kitchen, and she also gave me some dog food. It was getting late at night, but we agreed that after I got home from work the next day, I’d bring the dog to the vet and we’d scan for a microchip. I’d also post photos online, in case she wasn’t abandoned and her family was searching for her.
Of course, I felt sorry for the little sweetie. She was very loving, nuzzling up to my face and climbing all over my lap. We’d determined that she didn’t have fleas, so I decided to let her sleep with me. The doggy and I settled into bed, her furry body pressed against my leg. I listened to her soft snoring as I drifted to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later, around 2:30 AM, and discovered that she had peed in my bed a couple times. I wanted to get her outside ASAP, but I was drunk and groggy, and I was having trouble finding the leash. Though I was pretty certain I’d hung it on a doorknob, I checked every doorknob and it wasn’t there. My neighbors let their dogs out in our fenced-in gangway, though, so I opted to just let her out unleashed.
As soon as I opened the door, she made a mad dash for the fence, and she slipped right through. She was gone. I couldn’t see her anywhere.
The next day I went out walking with fried chicken and dog treats, but she was nowhere to be found. I wrote to animal shelters and posted her photos online, but so far, more than a week later, there is still no sign of her. There is no indication that her family is looking for her, either. She’s just out there, alone and scared. I had a duty to protect her, and I completely failed.
I couldn’t necessarily keep a dog, mainly due to having Bunny and also the simple fact that I’m gone for 11 hours a day at work. But I could’ve rehomed her with a family member or friend, and I would’ve known she was safe.
Now all I can do is worry.