Tag: Dog Days Adoption Events

very time I head out the door for a Dog Days Event I’m reminded not to bring anything home.  My family knows how hard that is for me…. all these dogs with hard luck stories, rescued and looking for homes.  So far I’ve volunteered at three events… and although tempted 100 times, falling in love atleast five or six times.. at the end of the weekend the dogs were all adopted by good people and I could go home empty handed and feeling good about it.   Husband, I’m sure, breathed a sigh of relief.

 Last weekend, an older gentleman, a little scruffy looking… came in and wanted to adopt a dog as a companion. His neighbor, a well dressed older woman, came in to vouch for him as a good dog owner. On paperwork he filled out, he looked good.   Dog Days requires references before they will adopt a dog out, and most of the time there are also home visits when possible.   He chose Frasier….and off they went.   Frasier was in his company for 25 minutes, when he turned him loose and the dog ran away.  The woman who vouched for him came back to the event and told us the dog ran away, and if anyone finds him they don’t really want him anyway….so could he please have his money back.    Unbelievable. 

 For two days volunteers put up flyers and searched the area where the dog had been lost… just a few miles from the event. There were a few sightings…and on the second day I returned to the area to give it one more look… and flagged a cop down that I saw on the road. I asked him if he had seen the dog over the weekend and he said.. “I just came from a house where construction workers have him trapped!”

   YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I went to the address and there was Frasier, scared, cold… and so happy to see a friendly face that he leaped into my arms as the construction guys let him out.

 I called the husband, crying, and said…. I FOUND THE MISSING DOG!!! HE’S IN MY CAR!!!! and then I proceeded to tell the rest or the Dog Days crew that had been looking for him.  I think we all cried.  He came home with me, as his rescue crew was already on their way back to Georgia.   The idea was just to “FOSTER”… but if you’ve ever done this sort of thing, you’ll know that when the dog just fits right in… …. enough said.  

Just weeks ago Frasier, a retriever poodle mix,

 was on death row in a high kill shelter in Georgia. 

His coat was  matted beyond salvage.

He was saved at the last minute by a Rescue group who saw beyond the matted dirty mess.

He is house trained, adoring of people and animals…

and so grateful to be loved, you can see it in his face.

He is weary of men. When approached he first hunches down, but once petted, 

he realizes he’s not gonna be hit, and he wags his tail and leaps up for more petting. 

My husband and son have been reassuring him that most men are good.  

Just the sweetest guy.  I can’t imagine the kind of person who could abuse this dog.  

Welcome home, Frasier.