Monday, September 12, 2005

uh, it's a boy

no morons, i'm not prego. it seems as though (for the time being) marshall has a brother. while basking in the yard today, a wondering dog found his way over to marshall. i went outside to see what all the commotion was about and found a purebred boxer hanging out in my driveway. he came right up to me without hesitation. unfortunately, the little guy only had a collar...no id tag. i wasn't about to turn him away, so i let him in the house. he and marshall sniffed each other for a bit then came to some type of peace, i think-well, at least no one's dead, yet.



so, thus begins my laborius search to find where this little guy belongs or what the devil i'm supposed to do with him.

step #1 humane society -- called their lost & found number; all of our their voicemail boxes are full. no surprise with the intake from katrina and all. called back on the main line, surprise, surprise, all people are busy, please leave a message, done.

step #2 animal protection association -- couldn't get an actually person to save my life. left a message in two different people's voicemail.

step #3 dr. lux, marshall's vet -- told me to bring the little guy in and they'll check him for a microchip. after literally fighting marshall for the use of his leash on 'founders' (as we'll call him) and loading him into the the car, we arrive at dr. lux's. can you say, i should have known? of course, founders is without a chip. i spoke a little more with the vet tech and she informed me that he's somewhere around 3 years old, neutered (duh) and slighty mal-nutritioned. she said i could keep him, post signs, drop him at a shelter, blah, blah, blah.

well, i'm not about to turn him over to a shelter that's just going to euthanize him. i've made and started posting signs. i've tried calling two no-kill shelters and searching the internet for boxer rescue...both of which have led me to more voicemail boxes.

so here i sit with another dog in my ever so retardedly small house. marshall weighing in at 65 lbs. and founders rounding out somewhere around 55-60 lbs. if any one has ANY suggestions, please, for the love of my sanity, help me!! oh, god...i just got called into work for someone and will have to leave in about 30 minutes and am afraid of what i may be coming home to tonight. help me...(long, yet calm pause)...help me-help me-help me (one quick breath & now freaking out)!!!

s.o.s.

(save our stacy)



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aren't you a loving momma! Your new son is adorable and hopefully big brother Marshall can learn to share!

On another note, I think you are doing all that you can right now. Hopefully the contacts you've made will reach the right ears. Until then, get the posters up and enjoy the company :)

Anonymous said...

MORE POOP TO PICK UP IN YOUR BACK YARD!!! HA HA HA HA! YOU SHOULD TRAIN THE LITTLE BOOGER TO POOP IN THE TOLIET!