And in other heckin big nature news in our area. There's this dog we've seen running around. Not every day, but it's been around our house individual days for maybe a month or so. It was digging in the trash of the yard next door, when they had heaps of trash (since cleaned up) underneath the snow melt. A friendly dog, though, one that kept coming up to bunny_hugger as she was leaving for work and didn't have the time to catch a friendly-seeming stray.
Wednesday as I came back from Michael's craft store following a journey to remedy a bizarre and inexplicable wrong, I saw the dog in our driveway. A woman visiting our neighbor's house asked if it was mine. No, it's just friendly. Also, it had a companion. They're small dogs, some kind of terrier mix. The one we had seen, a black-and-white one, bunny_hugger had posted about on local Facebook groups. People agreed they had seen the dog around, but didn't know just who it belonged to, if anyone. But, the week before, in a matter involving a motion picture which finally came to its resolution, bunny_hugger's father visited. He saw the black-and-white dog, and worried about it, and hoped that if it were a stray we might catch it and he might adopt it. Also he named it.
So. With the help of the neighbor's visitor (she lives down the block some) I caught the black-and-white terrier. This was by using some wedges of cheese and the pet carrier we bring Sunshine to the vet's in. She was quite compliant about getting into the carrier and calm once she was.
Her companion, a male dog, wasn't so easily coaxed. He hovered around me a long while, but the other pet carrier we had, the one we used for Stephen and Columbo, is smaller. The dog was able to streeeeeeeeeetch his body way out to snag cheese from the back without ever being fully inside the cage and so catchable. Finally I decided to do the best I could, and take the dog I had to the humane society before they closed.
The humane society could not take the dog as, by law, Ingham County strays go through county Animal Control, which was closed for the day. They gave us some dog food. We kept the dog overnight, with the kitchen fenced off so the dog could have some hours of supervised outside time. She took to this reasonably well, whimpering some, but not long, and she was excited by getting to be in the same room as me or bunny_hugger. She didn't seem to respond to any common commands like ``out'' or ``walk''. But she was so non-aggressive, indeed submissive, that it's hard not to think she might have been a pet. But then, a pet without a collar, without a microchip (according to the humane society, and reiterated by animal control), and who'd been on the street several days a week several weeks in a row. And granted all dogs are scavengers, but she spent nearly her whole time in the kitchen licking up the memories of crumbs which were once on the floor. Also chewing up an already-chewed-up floor tile that was in sad shape from the dishwasher rolling over it even before past bunnies nibbled on the corner.
So Thursday we took her to Animal Control, and explained this cute dog that they figured was probably a Jack Russell Terrier/Chihuahua mix, and the companion that we might yet catch. They gave us the animal case number, and we're told that after five working days --- so, this coming Friday --- she should be open to adoption, unless there are medical or personality issues that prevent it, or the dog's actual owner contacts the county wondering where his dog vanished to. There's no priority for bunny_hugger's father, though, nor to the other person on Facebook who expressed interest (although that person's a Boston Terrier fan and I have no idea whether they'd want a Jack Russell). And she is this adorable dog who took to us, in circumstances that should have worried her, with great ease. It's hard to imagine she wouldn't be adopted.
Here's some pictures of it all.
The stray siblings(?). The black-and-white one is the one we've been seeing for weeks. The brown-and-white one was new. They acted like friends, and the brown-and-white one kept hovering around after I'd caught the black-and-white one, which was part of why I spent so long trying to catch him.
The black-and-white one inside the pet carrier. Which we'd been using for our rabbit, and was still set up after transporting Sunshine earlier in the week. She took to the kennel easily, and didn't whimper or bark or anything much. Also while rooting around the towel she found a rabbit joint support treat which, apparently, Sunshine had refused on some earlier trip somewhere.
We set the kitchen up with barriers so the dog could prowl around some. Here, she's very happy to see bunny_hugger, who's setting out a bowl of water, a thing I had failed to do earlier.
It's always hard to take a still picture of an animal, especially as their tails are wagging fast enough to lift them into the air.
She's a friendly pupper!
She's a pupper who wants to know why I'm interrupting her time with bunny_hugger. Whom you might notice is wearing her Buggles T-shirt, this because we'd just come back from 80s Trivia Night at the local hipster bar. Yes, we won. (There were only two teams.)
Pupper is an untrained dance partner, but shows a natural aptitude and, more important, enthusiasm to learn!
Trivia: Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians left the Old Gold program when, on their first contract renewal, Old Gold proposed raising their payment from $3,250 to $3,300 per week. When Waring declined, Old Gold raised their offer to $3,500 per week. Ford Motor Company offered them $10,000 per week. Source: The Mighty Music Box, Thomas A Delong. (Delong doesn't make clear when this took place; Wikipedia says Waring broadcast for Old Gold from February 1933 to January 1934, and for Ford from February 1934.)
Currently Reading: Day of Jubilee: The Great Age of Public Celebrations in New York, 1788 - 1909, Brooks McNamara.