A Dog Story for Sarah

I left this in a comment at Imaginary Binky today because she asked me to tell her a story. Since I haven’t blogged in a couple of days, I decided I could reprint it here with my own permission. Please leave me a comment because I haven’t gotten many of those lately and then go tell Sarah a story because she’s in Texas, her mom is sick and she needs some stories.

So last week I got an email from a friend about another friend who needed to find a home for her dogs. Two dogs, sisters, border collies. So I called my friend, not the one who sent the email, the one with the dogs, and I told her if she didn’t find a home for them by doggy d-day I would foster them if she registered them with the rescue group.

So the week goes by and my friend calls. Her dogs have found a home, but her big, old dog that she is keeping needs a place to crash for 5 weeks until she can move in to her new place. So I say, sure. She can crash with us. I say this without asking my husband but he was in Paris France without me so I don’t really care too much.

Anyway, dog comes to stay with us on Monday night and proceeds to be slightly freaked out. Tuesday morning kids got school and I got work, so dogs go out in the yard and me and kids get in the van and drive away. I come home for a brief while to finish gathering things for workday to commence and then once again, dogs go out in yard and I go to work.

I meet work partner at meeting place to commence working and realize that 2 key elements of successful work related materials are not present and accounted for. I apologize to work partner but we must return to my house to complete the phase one of the work day. So we drive. Turn the corner in front of my house and see dog who is crashing at my pad for 5 weeks coming up the road. YIKES! Then I see the big whole she tore in the fence to make her free roaming possible. Only she didn’t want to roam free. She wanted to get in my car. So I open the door and she hops in and parks her butt.

In the meantime the dog that actually lives with me full time, I guess you could call her my roommate comes toodling around from the side of the yard. She was out too and thinks the new dog is fucking crazy but kinda cool for letting her out of the back yard and all.

Anyway, I call my friend and tell her she will have to come get the dog because I have no where to keep her now that she has eaten through the fence. Friend comes, cries, and generally is freaking out. Turns out one of the border collies mauled its new dog friend at its new house and she has to pick up that dog too. So we talk, and I say I have a big kennel in the garage but it’s kind janky from my crazy dog always escaping from it otherwise I would try to keep her in there. My friend says, Oh she loves her kennel! And her blanket! Why don’t I go get those and bring her back tonight and fix your fence. Great idea says I!

So I go to work, everything works good, dog comes back with big kennel, happy blanket and benadryl. 2 benadryls later dog is passed out, fence is fixed and life resumes to normal. 3 days later she’s off the benadryl and has taken over the couch. She still goes in the kennel when we leave but other than that she’s a-okay.