What does this lil monster have to do with WDB'ing?
Read on to find out!
When I arrived home from work on Thursday morning I was greeted to this raccoon you see in the trap. He hissed. He growled. He lunged at anyone that approached the trap. My 11 yo son had set the trap in hopes to catch a white feral tom that has taken up residence on the property. Instead he found himself face to face with what has to be the meanest creature in the area. Since I have young chilren -- boys -- that go where angels fear to tread I could not exactly let this animal remain in residence nearby. Simply put - He had to go.
I called animal control when they opened up at 8 am. At around 9:45 am the AC officer called me for directions. As we are curious people I wanted to see how he was going to wrangle that raccoon from the trap to his truck. I set Logan down in a safe place where he could observe too. The AC officer loaded the raccoon into a special cage on the back of his truck -- but also on the truck was an adorable brown mutt that had strayed from home. So, the seed was planted. And I could not stop thinking about that dog. I knew if he was not claimed by owners that he could very well find a new home. And I liked him.
Friday morning rolls around -- and I am off to go to the shelter. When I arrive at the shelter where the brown dog was taken I learned that his family had called to claim him. I was grateful he had a family that wanted him but sad too. I liked that little rascal. So we looked at all the other dogs they had there.
Did I mention that a kennel full of dogs can be deafening??
Anyway -- there were several I did like. But they just didnt feel "right"..... so, since we have several shelters in our area I opted to go to my next favorite shelter. All the way on the other side of town.
We arrived at the other shelter and I immediately made my way to the dog kennel. We were met with dogs galore. Each in their own cage. They were all large dogs in the first 8 to 12 cages and there were two staff persons cleaning the individual cages out. As I reached the end of the kennel center isle I came across the face you see in the next photo. 17 pounds of wire haired terrier -- and the only one in the place that was not barking. I asked to see him in the adoption room.... to be continued below the picture...... Meet Roscoe!
Before we left on Friday I filled out the neccessary papers to adopt this adorable little dog. He's great with Logan -- whom he will spend the most time with and he's got a wonderful nature. I went to go see him today and show him to my older boys. Everyone loves him. I learned on Friday that he had been dumped outside the shelter fence a few weeks ago. And he's about 8 months old. He will get to come home on Thursday -- and yes, I am counting down the hours!
And yes, unlike the little brown dog with no collar or tag that strayed from home and was luckily claimed by his family, I already have a collar and a tag with Roscoe's name and new home and phone number on it. Dogs will wander if allowed to and since he's going to be new to our home -- just in case -- since I do have children that seem to have dragon tails and do not close doors... I knew that spending the little extra on a tag would be well worth my while. I hope to have better pictures on Monday of our new addition. Weekend Dog Blogging
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