By CJ Hoggard
March 27, 2007
I then took several pictures
of this beautiful dog and made many flyers. I called Groomingdales
and left a message that I would be leaving the flyer with them
in a few minutes. I took the dog in my car and began the distribution.
First stop was Groomingdales, second was N. Shore Gardens.
The man there looked at the dog and didn't know him. I gave
him the flyer and he told me that a neighbor had two golden retrievers.
I went to her house and she had both her dogs but said she'd
help me by calling her friend on S. Point Higgins. Talking to
her the next day, she had also made other calls to other dog
lovers. Continuing my drive, I put a flyer up at Lighthouse,
then Ward Cove Market, ending at the Veterinary Office. I took
the flyer and the dog inside, hoping that someone there would
recognize him. They did not and then they scanned him for a
microchip identification. He did not have one. They told me
some basic information that he was fixed, liked rocks because
his teeth were worn down and that he was 9-10 years old. I took
care of him by giving him glucosomine tablets and vitamins, taking
him on walks and to the beach. I kept him leashed when we were
near the roads. He was very good. He listened to me and never
ran away. I called the pound 5 times in four days. I took the
dog driving in my car through neighborhoods looking for a reaction
from him, at the same time I was looking for someone looking
for a dog. I checked the newspapers everyday, my friends checked
too. We all checked Sitnews. I went to the Lighthouse and Ward
Cove markets everyday looking for any information that someone
had lost a dog - just in case they missed my flyer. After four
days of putting my self out there and nobody was looking for
this dog, my emotions got the better of me. I took down my flyers
at the two markets and I decided I would just look for lost ads.
I looked and I looked. All my friends looked.
You might be wondering why I am telling you all this. Well that night on March 23rd, after spending the afternoon at the beach with the beautiful lost dog and my two dogs. Then spending time in my yard with them waiting for them to dry. The Alaska State Troopers showed up at my house accusing myself and my husband of dog napping. The Trooper advised us that there were legal procedures we had to go through to keep the dog and that advertising the dog was one of them. I was so stunned, I just couldn't believe it.
As it turns out the dog owners said that they called the pound every day. They said they gave a flyer to Lighthouse to display and they don't know why Lighthouse never put it up. They said that someone from Lighthouse told them I was keeping the dog and that was why I had taken my own found flyer down.
Now that I have had a couple
days to try and get over it and digest this unbelievable occurrence,
I am disturbed on many levels about this. I know my emotions
may still be getting the better of me. It bothers me greatly
that these people thought we stole their dog. The woman was
thankful to have her dog back and she gave us her and her sister's
number because she thinks it is likely that her dog will run
away again and possibly it will try to come to our house. I
have re-united several dogs with their owners in the past. Strays
tend to come to me because I am out and about with my dogs and
then they won't leave. So, in the future I will add the Troopers
to the top of my list above all other phone calls.
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