Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Mystery Dog ... Case Solved
My children often begged for a dog. My answer was always, NO. We had our share of pets such as fish, hermit crabs, hamsters, even a three toed box turtle. I would often comment that we had a mini "boot-hill" on the side of our property that included many demised pets. Thirteen years ago I was home schooling my three oldest children. One afternoon my 11 year old son answered the phone at lunch time and when I asked who was on the phone, he said, "I don't know, but were supposed to pick someone up by the cafeteria." Curious as to whom/what someone could be, I further questioned my son. He honestly didn't know. I informed him to let me get the next phone call. Sure enough, one hour later I was answering the phone. A lady informed me I needed to come and get "Muffin" over by the school cafeteria ... and that she had already called animal control. Baffled as to why a total stranger would call me with such a message, I stated: "Excuse me, there must be some mistake as I don't have a dog named Muffin. Is this 265-8612? Yes" ... I replied. She even rattled off my address and said my dog needed to be picked up. I kept insisting to the lady that I certainly did not have a dog named Muffin. Very confused, I started grilling my dear children to see what their story was about this dog. Finally my eight year old daughter confessed that she had taken two of her scrunchy headbands and stapled a paper tag on each band and placed them around the necks of two pretty golden dogs that she had been playing with earlier in front of our house. She got a lecture about how you can't just take someone elses dog and claim it as your own. End of story, right? Wrong. Apparantly, one of the dogs eluded the dog catcher and made its way back to our home. I allowed the kids to borrow a few cups of dog food from a neighbor ... you know, just until we found her owner. Days went by ... then weeks. We ran ads in the paper, and read every lost dog ad too. We took her to the pound to be scanned for a micro-chip and to see if anyone had been trying to find her. No such luck. The shelter said that after running an ad for so many days, and if no one responded, we could claim her as our own. And that is how our beautiful golden retriever, Missy, came to be ours. She was about nine when she wondered into our lives and we enjoyed and loved her for three more years. I still tear up when I think about that special friend of mine. Not sure what ever happened to poor Muffin.