Yesterday did NOT even resemble what was planned. Planned afternoon was – home from work, get my depo shot, quick bite @ Wally’s (local pup with great pierogi), and home. Home was walk dog, ST video, and TV with hubby. I had 6 hours in which to do this – not a problem.

Well, I did get home from work and I did get my shot, a bit later than planned but no biggie. Wally’s was closed (owner out of town) so hubby heads for the Chinese buffet! I calmly run the menu. I had saved calories for pierogi’s so I know I have enough for Mai Fu. And being a buffet, we made up the time from the doctor’s. Not bad, a bit richer than I wanted but not bad.

Heading home the bottom fell out. We get by Indy Blvd (a very busy street) and there is a black border collie in the street. I barely waited for the car to stop before I was out. The dog was scared but friendly and I was able to cox him out of the street. I reached down and . . . PAY DIRT – collar and tag. A village ID - YES .

So now it’s off to the police station. Dispatch looks up the tag and calls the ownerand this is what followed:
"Hi mister ____, you dog was found on Indy."
“Not my dog”
“But the tag number is Pete’s”
“Pete is right here, he lost his collar over the weekend”
“You are certain you have Pete?”
“He’s now sitting on my foot – yes I’m certain. Can I come get his collar?”

So she calls Animal Control (this man is about as reliable as a fart in the wind). He tells her there is no room for the dog and he's not coming for it. REALLY?

Ok, I’ll take him home and you call me if you find the owner. Honey, I think we have a border collie. An unfixed, male border collie.

Gypsy had something to say about this. We did the parallel walking and everything was ok. Gypsy wasn’t “interested” but he backed off. Once we got home, he started to whine. That put Gypsy over the top. She kept herding this dog into a corner and snarling. He would advance on Tazzy and Gypsy would head him off. Then the jaw click started.

I threw him in the yard, and called dispatch back. She knows Gypsy and couldn't believe it was her in the background. Big girl does NOT like boys. One of the officers said he could take the dog, so I walked him back down to the police station. I left him with my extra collar and lead.

By the time I got home, it was 9:30, cold and raining. Both of my dogs were aggravated. So I calmed the girls and tried to relax. Next thing I knew, I was on my second CHUNK of angel food cake.

So no real exercise, over calories, and upset the house. Nice Kitty, real nice! But it wasn't a total loss, I now know Gypsy really HATES male dogs. Goofy mutt.