This morning, N was driving through the village, and passed a stray dog on the road, so went back and found him – he was a staffy, clearly injured and in shock. When N approached him, he didn’t raise a murmur, or show any aggression, and N was able to pick him up and put him in the back of the car to bring him home.
Once home, we brought him inside, and contacted the SPCA and the police, to report him – he had no collar on, and clearly needed a vet’s attention, so we thought this was the best thing to do. Then we gave him plenty of TLC, and bathed those of his wounds we could reach, until the SPCA warden arrived to take him away, for proper attention, and hopefully to find his owner.
Less than half an hour later, the phone rang, and a woman asked me if we had found a dog – she had lost her dog, who had run off last night, and had been looking all night, and the police had told her that we had found a dog. When we compared descriptions, it sounded like the same dog, so she rang off so she could contact the SPCA and arrange to check if it is her dog, and bring him home if he is.
All in all, he was with us only a little over an hour, and in under two hours we had probably found his owner, which was great news (and did make me a little bit weepy). I had been so worried that he wouldn’t be claimed, and would end up in kennels, waiting to be rehomed – possibly waiting in vain, as staffies are notoriously hard to rehome.