Straydog UPDATE posted WEDNESDAY 2/19/03 at ~9:47 p.m. CT
Pat Arnold's Daily Dog Log
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 19 2003
We're Still waiting for Dallas Animal Control to catch the "golf course" dog family
Today both Pam and I spoke with the gentleman at Dallas Animal Control who is in charge of the rescue of the "golf course" dog family, and he said that nothing could be done today as far as trying to catch the dogs because they were swamped with other calls. I told him that two of the dogs were injured already and we hoped they could get to this rescue soon, before the other two dogs are hurt by traffic as they cross the busy streets.
I assured the gentleman that these dogs DO have a place here with us and that we will come to pick them up as soon as they are rescued, and I asked him to please call us when he has any news of the dogs.
Both Pam and I have stayed close to the phone all day, just hoping the rescue might have been set in progress earlier than expected, but we've heard nothing more from Dallas Animal Control.
Betsy is well enough to come home; Teddy, Sunny and Chubs see the vet
Finally, Betsy's leg has healed enough for her to be able to come home from the clinic, so Guy and I went to get her this morning. We took a few of the other fellas along with us: Teddy for his yearly vaccinations, Sunny for her toe-nail trim (she is one of the few dogs here who won't let us touch her toes) and Chubs needed to have a little check up for an infection in a sore on his neck.
Once the doctor had seen Teddy, Sunny and Chubs, we put them back in their van crates, and the doctor and I went to get Betsy. She hobbled outside with us and Guy gently lifted her into the back of the van, laying her on the floor for the ride home. Guy sat there on the floor next to Betsy to pet and comfort her.
As soon as we pulled into our shelter driveway, Betsy's ears perked up, and her tail began to wag--just a little
Guy and Joel took Betsy for a very short potty walk to the big play yard, and her big brother, Buddy, saw her from his (their) kennel which is directly across from the north side of the play yard. Buddy ran back and forth in excitement when he saw his sister, obviously wanting to visit with and to play with Betsy, which just can't happen for another 10 weeks!
Betsy's big kitchen kennel (six feet long and three feet wide) was all ready for her when we brought her inside. Once she was settled on her soft blankets our house dogs, Toby and Blackie, gave Betsy a nose to nose sniffy greeting through the kennel fence to welcome her. The dogs had never met "face to face" before. Betsy will have to stay confined for eight to ten weeks while her leg continues to heal, and then she should be "good as new" the doctor said.
