Rescue me!

The other day, S was late coming home from work. He had Caleb with him as he works part-time at S's office. Eventually S called to let me know what was going on. They were almost home - coming up the winding road of the mountain. There are a couple of hairpin curves that are a favorite dropping off sites of unwanted pets.

S tells me that they are pulled off at the lower curve trying to help this lady catch a little dog. She told S that she had seen it hanging around the curve for a couple of days. She pulled off to catch it and thought she hit it. Caleb caught him relatively easily since he was weak with hunger.

The lady says she doesn't want him, she just was going to take him to a vet's office and see if they would adopt him out. S offers to take him home and find a good home.

S calls me back to say be prepared that he is bringing home a really cute half-starved chihuahua that did not seem to have been hurt by the car. This scenario is not uncommon for us. We have rescued dozens of puppies, kittens, dogs and cats from that area. Those we could not catch we put out food for.

I got out towels, food, water and an empty crate. We raise chihuahuas and have a pregnant dog now so we had to keep the little guy quarrintine until we had him checked out.

I looked him over good and other than a couple of ticks and his terribly emaciated body he looked fine. Judging by his teeth, he is about 1-2 years old. He's chocolate,tan and white and small, maybe 4 pounds. A little shy but not snippy at all. A real sweetheart.

The kids fell in love immediately. They named him in spite of the fact that we kept telling them he was only with us temporarily until we could find a good home. They went through the usual routine of how they would take care of him - Caleb especially saying since he had a job he could take care of all his shots and medical care. Sorry, not gonna happen.

We decided to bathe and worm him and feed him several small meals while keeping a close eye on him to check for any signs of sickness. Meanwhile, we put the word out to see if we could quickly find a good prospective home.

We had a few nibbles but we were holding out for the "right" home. He had been through a lot and we wanted him to go somewhere special. We took him with us to show someone and stopped at Petco. While in line to pay for our dog food we got to talking to the lady behind us. We told her the story about finding the dog. She said she knew of the perfect home.

Okay, we were listening. She told us about her friend (50) who is recently divorced. No kids and her husband took their only dog. She was devastated and was looking for a small dog for a companion. Sounded good. We exchanged names/phone numbers.

Needless to say, little Boomer has found his forever home. We could not be more pleased. At least until we find someone else's poor throwaways.