my boy otis enjoying this glorious snuffle mat
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Two of the three boston terriers my mom takes care of are, it seems, not likely to be with us for all that much longer. Avey is just an old 13-year old dog whose clearly slowing down. The other, an 8-year old youngster, has suddenly developed an encephalitis auto-immune condition and seizures. There is a chance she could live longer than I am suspecting with the help of medicine. At either rate it has been a hard year for them and for my mom. We went over last weekend to learn to play Mahjong with her and her friends and I snapped one of those pics that you just instantly know you’ll be looking at in years, reflecting. It’s the three of us!
For Christmas this year I think I’ll print this out and make a frame and gift it to her. A pic of her kids!
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The image is broken for me. Can anyone see it?
fixed! linking from discord seems to break sometimes after a while.
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So, a few days ago I got home from work just after dark. When I pulled up my wife was outside walking our dog Tsuki. So I went with them, and as we were walking along we began hearing a faint clinking noise in the distance. I then noticed the clinking noise was coming from a wandering dog just ahead on the opposite side of the street.
The dog was just sauntering along slowly, but it was a big pitbull, so I told her to go put Tsuki back inside, and then I went check out this loose dog. The loose dog was a big fat black pitbull that seemed pretty chill, so I called for it to follow me and it started following me, and we started walking down the street to see if I could see someone looking for a dog, or an open door or anything. Went up a down a couple blocks and couldn’t notice anything or anyone out of the ordinary. “Hmm.”
By this time I am no longer afraid of this dog biting me or whatever and am just walking him by his leash, the dragging of which on the ground was responsible for the faint clinking we all noticed earlier in this story. I guess I don’t know what to do at this point, so I just start walking with the dog back towards our place, and basically right at the spot where I first noticed the dog before it came over to me from the opposite side of the street, there’s a guy fully passed out on the sidewalk, in the shadows, clearly taken a fall forward, splatted out and unconscious. Dead? I go over and start nudging him and trying to talk to him and wake him up, but he is unresponsive but warm and I can hear and feel him breathing shallowly. I jostle him harder and nothing…so I call 911. I eventually get through to the operator and explain the situation and where we are.
Waiting around for whatever the 911 people are going to send, holding the dog, letting him sniff the guy, I don’t know what else to do…eventually a couple people end up passing on walks and I flag them down by yelling at them. “Do you know this dog!” and then “Do you know this guy, he is in trouble!” etc. No one does. One of those people is a younger woman, who ends up coming back later, with her boyfriend. She seems like she might be a nurse or med student or something, and surprisingly the guy wakes up shortly afterwards. We start trying to talk to him, ask him his name, if there is someone we can call, not to try to sit up, etc. He is mostly unresponsive, but eventually tries to tell us his “mom’s phone number” and he answers “yeah” after the girl asks him if his heart hurts. The guy eventually wrestles himself up to sit upright, against our advise otherwise. He’s clutching his ribs and basically just…wincing. The dog’s just chilling with me this whole time.
Maybe after half an hour two fire trucks arrive with sirens blaring. The firefighter guys get off the trucks and start checking the guy out. I move the dog away, other people with dogs start loitering around and he is pulling hard to try to check them out. The firefighters are talking to the hurt guy on the ground and I can’t tell what they’re saying. Eventually one of the firefighter guys comes over to me:
“you’re the one who called?”
“yeah.”
“he’s maybe from one of the halfway houses around here, his mom’s number is from out of state”
“is he gonna be ok?”
“yeah probably”
“what about his dog?”
“…maybe call animal control?”
After maybe 5 minutes total, they put the guy on a stretcher and drive away. The dog is still with me.
So I just stand there for a while, maybe half an hour.
Then I decide to walk him, he’s a boy, down to the doggie daycare place about a block away. There’s a bunch of dogs coming and going, and this dog is interested in all of them, but he seems nice. He doesn’t bark a single time. But he is very fat, so I wait until the coast is clear and then take him inside.
I explain to the lady at the desk that this dogs dad just keeled over on the street and was carted away a few minutes ago. “Got any ideas?”. Worth a shot, I guess, but as expected they can’t take him for any amount of time, they don’t have a microchip reader, etc etc. “Maybe try BARC (BARC is the city pound)?”
So I start walking him back to the house. By this time I’ve checked out his collars, no phone number or owner information. Just his rabies tag and a metal plaque with his name: BOUY.
It’s like 8:30PM at this point. I knock on the neighbor’s door and ask him if he wants a big dog, and tell him the story. He doesn’t want to keep the dog, but maybe if there’s no other options he can stay inside for one night, etc. On the walk back I also encounter another neighbor, he had spoken to my wife at the dog park once, saw the firetrucks etc., “is that his dog?”…“maybe he could sleep in the garage for a night if you can’t find something else to do with him, I’ll come by your place in an hour or two and check in”. He is very nice to all of these strangers and to be honest you can tell they all love his big fat dog energy. Bouy’s head is huge and he could clearly eat an entire chicken in one bite, but he is nice and well behaved. He is very clearly is trying hard to pull his way into any open door.
We spend the next couple hours internetting what to do with Bouy. As perhaps expected, no where you can just go and drop off a loose dog, city stuff is all “fill out this form and we’ll get back to you within a couple weeks”. I fill out all the forms on all the rescue sites I can find, call all the numbers, etc. Not gonna work out with our dogs, but I guess he would fit in our 3x3ft stairwell vestibule area thing for an night? I let him walk up and down the stairs and sniff our dogs under the crack of the door.
In the meantime my wife is trying to guilt one of her/our friends into taking Bouy for the night. They have a house and a back yard and a finished garage. Eventually they relent, generously, and now at like 10PM I hoist this big boy (he puts his paws up onto the car when prompted, but cannot make the leap himself) into the back of her the CX-5 and drive him over to their place a few miles away. He just sits there in the back no prob.
Friends are annoyed when we arrive, but charitable. Soon, though, it is clear they love Bouy. He “looks just like” their recently deceased dog. The guy tries to bring their current dog out right away to meet Bouy, but this other dog starts snapping at Bouy. Bouy just kinda stands there while Yoshi is wrestled back inside. Bouy finds the rug in the garage and just lays down, after checking the rest of the place out. Now it is late and I am frazzled and so we leave. My wife will return early in the morning to continue the process of what to do with Bouy. We don’t know who or where your dad is Bouy, what are we gonna do?
I go to sleep, and then wakeup and go to work in the morning. After a few hours, my wife calls and tells me that in the daylight they looked again and noticed Bouy’s rabies tag had a vet clinic listed on it, so they found out where that clinic was and called them on the telephone. “Oh yeah, we know Bouy!” they said. “He was just scheduled for an appointment yesterday that he missed,” they said. “His dad is always late,” they said. The Neartown Animal Clinic said they’d take Bouy in and take care of him for up to, but not exceeding, 10 business days. They would continue to try to get in touch with his owners.
The following day we would learn that the Neartown Animal Clinic had managed to get in touch with the hurt guy’s girlfriend, she was with him at the hospital, and he would be discharged soon, after which they would pick up Bouy and bring him home. We learned this because our friends called the Neartown Animal Clinic a bunch of times over this 24 hour period to check on the situation, clearly wanting an excuse to keep Bouy for themselves. He had begun digging big holes in their yard, just like their previous dog, then proudly sitting in them once they reached a sufficient size.
Merry Christmas Bouy, and I hope your dad is doing ok now, too.
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That is a Calvin & Hobbes-ass face
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post more dog persona
now that’s a good size for a dog
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what a perfect staffy ;_;
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You tell em meatball
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