My dd and a friend are doing an AEP (advanced enrichment program) project together this year for school…their subject is the local animal shelter/pound. So today the girl and her mom and dd and I went to the shelter to get information and statistics.

While we were there, I told the lady we were interviewing about the dog we picked up and asked for rescue organizations’ numbers. She asked me some questions as well, and I told her about the dog.

She looked at me, kinda shocked, and said, “I think it was Monday when someone called; they said they had a Corgi about 7 years old they needed to get rid of. But we’re not taking in anymore animals until after the new year. I wonder if it could be the same dog! Is yours a male, neutered?”

I told her that it was and I guessed his age to be about 8. So, 7 or 8….makes sense! It must be the same one; maybe the people just didn’t want to take care of it anymore and dumped him off, then my dh happened to be there and got him! Crazy, huh??

Anyway, one of the numbers she gave me was to a Welsh Corgi Rescue group. I called that group up, told that lady my story and she said  she or another woman would arrange a pick up for the dog this weekend.  So we may have a place for this doggie to go to soon! Yay! I’m happy he’ll be going somewhere he can find a home that’s right for him.

And…

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I’ve noticed that just when life begins to settle down a bit, something happens to complicate it.

My husband was coming home last night and saw a dog wandering around near his work. He drove past it to come home, but that twinge of  “aw, poor thing” went through his head and he turned around and picked it up. The area where he found it is notorious for pet drop-offs

He came  home, looked at me and said, “Well, I did it again, but it’s only temporary this time.” It was then I looked into the mud room where he put the dog and I saw it. I was shocked until he told me the story.

Later on we went driving around, knocking on doors to see if we could find its home, but no luck. He’s a fat, friendly, cute little thing so I’d be surprised if he really is a drop-off. I can see where he used to have a collar, but not anymore. And he’s not been brushed in a good while. So the whole situation is kinda strange.  He’s small-ish, a Welsh Corgi from what I can tell. I’m also guessing he’s around 8 (give or take a year) by his teeth and level of activity.

Today my job is to call the local pounds and report that we found him and hope someone comes forward. If that doesn’t work, dh said he’ll put fliers up at work to find him a home and we’ll talk to friends.  If that doesn’t work….I guess we’ll have another dog. *sigh* He doesn’t like the cats much…he barked at one so that’s a big drawback. But he adores our Cooper and likes the kids. Our dd has nicknamed him “Corget” so we’ll use that for now. Oh, and he drools…ewww…because he’s so fat, he’s almost constantly panting and his tongue is hanging out.

He’s pretty cute and very social…I just hope he has a loving home that wants him back.