Saturday, June 18, 2005

A Special Visitor ...

This week, Tuesday, we got a visit from a very special someone.  Some-dog rather.  Maggie.  Lost running from a storm, she ended up on our back porch needing help.  No tags, no name plate, but clearly a much loved pet and ten o'clock at night, not knowing which way was home, she ended up here.  Fortunately.

A myth.  City folk imagine that dumping a dog in farm country will result in their discarded pet leading an ideal life.  Not so, not so.  You see, so many dogs are discarded in the rural areas of this country that they can not all be taken in and most turn feral and end up sick and eventually shot.  Sad but true.  Humane shelters are equiped to take on discarded pets, farmers are not.

That aside,  Maggie was clearly not discarded, just lost, and local.  But I had no idea where here home was, and she couldn't tell me where home was.  So, there she was, on the porch, needing help, here I was with a house already inhabited by two large dogs, but we all moved over and made room for a third, only until we could find her family.

Next day dawned and it was a busy one for me, I took time to call all the neighbors that I could think of who might have heard that someone was looking for a dog, and no-one had heard. So, Maggie (who I called "white dog" not knowing her real name) and I an the boys spent our hours working, followed by dinner and walkies and a swim in the pond and sleep in the house and on the furniture and who cares, because all good dogs are special and Maggie was lost and without her family and the least that we could do was let her sleep on the leather couch if that is where she wanted to sleep. And the next day, I called the humane socitey and Success!!!  Folk not too far from us were looking for a dog very much like Maggie, lost in a storm Tuesday night and Mom showed-up and Maggie (who I knew as white dog) had found her family and all was well again! 

So, Maggie went home and the boys and I were minus a new found friend, but in the larger picture, things were as they should be.  And a lost dog got to go home!

Lesson here folks: If for some reason you can't keep your pet -- take them to the humane society, do NOT dump them in a rural area.  Maggie was lucky, she ended up on my porch, and the fella and I understand and love doggies, not everyone does. Most of the discarded dogs in farm country end up shot dead. Maggie ended up here and that made all the difference.

8 comments:

southernmush said...

Hello again its nice to know you are still around. You and your family are good people. I also love animals so for you to take in a lost dog shows that you and your family have big hearts. I have never lived in farm country I bet its beautiful there. Its good that Maggie ended up on your porch I'm sure that Maggie knew she had found a safe place to stay for a while. I hope that you and your family take care.

jcnspots said...

Well said.  That, and, IMO, you shouldn't have a dog (or cat) if you're not willing to have them spayed or neutered.

delela1 said...

Luck was on Maggie's side, no doubt, for she was fortunate to find the porch she landed on owned by kind souls.  Excellent points you are making in this entry, points that need to be brought up.  This story has a happy ending, most do not.   Thank you for putting this in today, Mary.
~Dona

shadp said...

Maggie is one lucky dog! And I bet she had a lot of fun during the short time she spent at your place. What a useful organisation that Humane Society is too.

David.

oceanmrc said...

I'm so glad Maggie found a haven in your home and then her family again.  I grew up in the country and my dad still lives there.  My dd was entranced as a child with how animals just "showed up" at her grandpa's, but now that she works at the animal shelter she has a much more jaundiced view of human carelessness and cruelty.

shaz19743 said...

Its a good thing to know that in this world there are marys out there to take in the maggies of this world and give them some love and care when they need it most .
I despise people who leave or abandon animals just becuase they are bored/unable to care/ stupid /heartless pick one of many reasons .....to me anyone who can do such a thing to an animal that gives its love so selflessly and unconditionally is the worst kind of person ....if they can be so cruel to a pet god help thier children x

dtmdata said...

Regrettably this doesn't only happen to dogs which is why my daughter has four cats - three of whom mostly reside in her bedroom.

Let me tell you about Campbell - Cammie for short.  My daughter was driving to her college class one morning and getting off at the exit when a movement caught her eye off the side of the road.  As her brain took in that it was something furry sticky partially of of a Campbell soup can, it rolled onto the road and the pick up truck in front of her rolled over it!.  She pulled instantly onto the shoulder and ran to its rescue.  Inside she found a tiny black kitten.  Well, since her college happens to have a famous Veterinary school as part of its curriculum she rushed off to school and that department. NOBODY would help, or even look at the kitten.  Sooo, instead she ran back to her car and drove all the way back to her home area and to the Veterinary office where she worked.  The vet quickly ascertained that aside from being somewhat ematiated, dehydrated and infested with fleas, she was OK!  Apparently, the soup can served as a sort of football helmet of protection. A few days in the hospital, and then a neutering a the right age, and Cammie now lives with our other rejects from the larger world. Like the other cats, she is no longer allowed outside, but is perfectly happy to be the baby of the other cats. - Then there's Valentino........but that's a story for another day.  Dianne

myakkadiana said...

Thank you Mary for such a wonderful story..It is SO TRUE.
My better half & I have lived in the country all our lives, and we have 3 throw away dogs. All purebreds, all so loved, and so loving...
Our first one was a appr. 5 yr. old Australian Shepherd. We named her Chloe. Chloe helps me herd the chickens & the cows for 6 yrs. now. Great with kids. The second was a greyhound. We named him Bruno, and after saving him from Roadkill in the middle of a major thoroughfare, we've had him 4-1/2 yrs. And lastly, we have Carly. Carly was a black flat backed retriever that got tossed out at night. She avoided getting killed for 2 days, and the last day animal control kept trying to get her, but she kept running onto our ranch. We ended up keeping her, after seeing how badly she had been abused. She hid under chairs and such for 2 months, and now 4 yrs. later, she has all but fully recovered. We have 6 such cats the same way, and we wouldn't trade a single one.
People need to realize that animals want to be needed & loved just as badly as people do. They get lonely; they get hungry; they have bad days too; but they NEVER, NEVER take it out on us. They just greet us with love & appreciation. So I would tell people that having an animal is like being married; It is a lifetime commitment, not a sometime commitment. The rewards are unending.
Thanks again Mary!