TheBanyanTree: Companioned

[Julie Anna Teague]

Love these stories.  My sweet kittums, best cat ever in the whole 
world, came from the Shelter, so she was chipped there.  If she ever 
got more than, say, three feet from the house, we'd have hope of 
finding her.  But three feet is about the limits of her bravery.  She 
runs around in the grass a bit when I'm out in the yard with her.  
She'll weave through the herb garden, sniffing at chives and the trails 
of pesky chipmunks.  But she prefers looking at the world from the 
safety of the screened porch.  If we open the door, she'll sometimes 
dart out onto the front porch and then freeze in her tracks as if she 
wasn't quite sure that's what she really wanted to do.  Her thought 
process didn't extend beyond "get through obstacle door".  The world on 
the other side of obstacle door is a little scary and has things like 
precipitation and dogs.  If she had her way, most of the time she would 
curled tightly around my neck with her nose buried in my hair.

Julie

Quoting smack58 at nycap.rr.com:

> I do the same thing...have a chip inserted.  I used to have a
> Pomeranian that like to take off if I wasn't quick enough on the
> leashing and the door happened to be cracked.  I found him across
> town thanks to that chip!  He has since passed away and the two (one
> is from the Humane Society and they put the chip in him) I have now
> are also chipped and they aren't runners...but you just never know.
> Rather safe than sorry.
>
> Sharon
> ---- NancyIee at aol.com wrote:
>
> Which is  why I have all my dogs "chipped"; a microchip inserted under the
> skin of their  neck The number is registered with Humane societies, vets,
> and some rescue  organizations.  That is how Buddy came home.
>
> A  couple of years ago, when we realized we had too many dogs, we
> fortunately  found someone who would take a pair, mother and son.  It
> seemed ideal,
> they were neighbors of friends, and since we knew them slightly, and felt
> they  had a good and stable home, we felt comfortable placing the dogs with
> them.
>
> Come the Summer of 2010; a veterinarian in a town far to our north called.
> "We have your dog."  I checked. "No," I replied, "They are all here."
> Well," went on the vet, "this is a little two-toned brown one and the
> chip says
> he's yours."
>
>
> I leaped, leapt, whatever, into the car and drove to the far far away town.
> The woman who found the dog lived in a trailer park. I turned into the
> driveway,  and saw her with Buddy in her arms. Buddy leaped, leapt, whatever
> out of her  arms and dashed right to me.  "No doubt who he belongs to," the
> woman said.  She said she would have kept him, but the trailer park had a pet
> limit, and she  already had two other dogs.
>
> Of the mother dog, we later learned the rest of Buddy's story.  The  family
> we had placed the dogs with, decided they had too much, with a baby on  the
> way and two dogs, so they placed the two with another family (without our
> knowledge.)  The second family often left them outside. One day, they ran
> down the road, and the mother dog was hit by a car and died.
>
> Apparently, they continued leaving Buddy outside, for the trailer park was
> but a few blocks from the development where the second family  lived.    I
> didn't call them.  Buddy is home to stay.
>
>
> I asked  about tags, and
> of course, the dog didn?t wear any.  Axel and Shadow  have their rabies
> tags,
> which if someone called the vet, the dogs? owner  (me) could be identified,
> and their dog license tags, which if they call  animal control, the dogs
> could be identified.
>
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> mom
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