I don't know if anyone remembers me posting a few months ago about a staghound (x?) and ACD x at our local shops. Someone reported that they'd seen them in the evening and they were still there the next morning when I checked. But they were gone when I came home from work. I posted them on the rangers' website as found and I got a phone call from presumably the owner over a week later.
Fastforward to this afternoon. You guessed it, they were back at the shops. And this time the staghound was limping quite badly and had shaky legs. There was no way I could've left her there with the chance that she would have to spend the night outside. So I finally lured them in the car, told the lady who was calling the pound that I would take care of them (no way in hell was I going to let that dog end up at the pound in the state she was in) and took them home. Put them in the backyard, went inside to get them some food, when I came back they had scaled the fence. Daughter in tears because she thought they would end up at the pound. So we lured them with food from the park back to our house and put them inside.
So I knew I couldn't keep them overnight as I couldn't let them outside and I would have to go to work tomorrow. And because of my experience with the slack owners last time, I thought there was little chance that I would hear from them any time soon. I was convinced they wouldn't be microchipped either.
So I drove 30+ minutes to the RSPCA. Where they discovered the staghound did have a microchip. They contacted the owner who lives a few streets from us.
So I drove 30+ minutes back, practicing my lecture in my head.
A young girl, who appeared to be wearing PJs at 5pm, opened the door and told me that they get out often when they are not looking. That they try to go with them when they let them out. I just managed to say that she really should put a phone number on their collars as that could've saved me from wasting over an hour trying to find their owner and then she gave me a casual "Thanks" and disappeared inside with the dogs.
I am ashamed to admit that I was in tears. Not only because that staghound really, really tugged at my heartstrings because she so reminded me of my old dog and I have a soft spot as big as China for this breed. But also because I felt taken advantage of somehow. I am crazy busy, had to leave my daughter home alone for over an hour after I had not seen her for 3 nights, and ended up having to order pizza for dinner. But I knew that I could have not just left that dog and that I couldn't have brought her to the pound, but I felt that the girl probably thought it was a hassle that she had to deal with me and my obvious annoyance at her being so irresponsible.
And I imagine the dogs don't get walked - but that is just a huge presumption, only based on the girls' attitude and the state of their house! - and I am worried because the girl showed no concern about her dog's physical state.
But now I feel a bit better now I've had my rant. And my daughter just asked me if I feel good about what I have done now (poor thing had to deal with my silly tears before) and I realise that I saved the dogs from spending a freezing night outside, the staghound from making her condition worse by wandering for hours longer and saved them from spending god knows how long at the pound. I personally would've loved the RSPCA vet to have a look at her but she didn't offer...
I just wish that I could've also made a difference about their lives in the future... But I expect to meet them out wandering again at some stage and at least I now know where they belong.