Looked out the window Sunday morning to see a black Lab sleeping on our neighbor’s front porch so we took it in. He didn’t appear to be an old dog, but was very stiff and sore as if it had traveled a very long distance or perhaps been hit by a car.
The Lab was neutered, had at one time received rabies shots, and although dirty and smelling of skunk, was not neglected. We didn’t want to take a chance of exposing our guys to canine influenza, so we kept it in a crate in the garage, gave it food and water, and lots of blankets to lay on.
We immediately called the Humane Society, but nobody had reported a missing Lab so we decided to keep it until Monday when the animal shelter opened. It was very well mannered and I took it on short walks every 2 to 3 hours, then washing my hands after each walk.
By the time I took him for a walk on Monday morning, he had recuperated enough to be full of energy and howled his displeasure at being crated. Carrie took him to the animal shelter when it opened and luckily, he was microchipped and should be home safe and sound by the time I post this article.
The owners don’t live far from us so whatever his adventures or why he chose to spend the night on our neighbor’s porch, I guess only he knows.
I thought I’d post an update on the Lab pup that I rescued a couple of weeks ago, after seeing her featured in the Humane Society segment of the local news. She’s been renamed Shae, and has come a long way from the terrified pup I found hiding under that cedar tree
Shae is about a year old and had a litter of puppies 3-4 months ago. As we suspected, she was probably abused but is recovering nicely. Shae has a great personality, is very friendly, and has quickly made friends with everyone who has worked with her.
During her stay at the animal shelter, Shae spent her days in the office socializing with people, and went home each night with the officer whom I released her to. After seven days without being claimed, Shae was sent to a no-kill animal shelter, which recently expanded and takes animals from the smaller surrounding communities.
Shae was “red tagged” as they call it, which means that before anything is done to her, the shelter needs approval from the officer who turned her in. A background check is also conducted on those wanting to adopt animals to make sure they go to good homes.
Dogs that are kenneled for long periods of time become “kennel crazy” and to alleviate this, officers or volunteers will foster them for several weeks before returning them to the shelter or humane society.
The Puppy’s Puppy
Two days after I turned Shae over to Animal Control, someone reported seeing a stray Black Lab pup and shepherd, together in roughly the same area where I found Shae. The dogs were picked up by Animal Control, and the owner of the shepherd claimed his dog but knew nothing about the Lab pup, who is about 3 months old. Shae seemed to recognize the pup so it’s very likely that he is from her litter.
Shae has had several people inquire about her so there is no doubt that she will soon be adopted.
Doc and I went waterfowl hunting Friday, Dec. 30 and while we didn’t come home with any birds, we did come home with an extra dog.
Doc in his neoprene hunting vest
The temperature was well below zero when we left home but had warmed up to 6 degrees above zero but the time we arrived well after sunup. The wind chill was officially -8 degrees so I applied Musher’s Secret to Doc’s nose and paws, and dressed him in a neoprene vest.
Most of the flights had already left for the fields so I eventually decided to hunt along the river for diving ducks.
Doc responds to the cold by rolling in snow
Down the River
I was stalking a flock of geese sitting on the shoreline when we passed a large Juniper – or cedar – tree. A dog began barking at us from under the tree and when nobody quieted her, I realized she was alone. My next thought was that she was a hound that had treed something.
The Lab under the tree where it spent a night or more in sub-zero temperatures
When I realized that she was a bird dog, the hunting trip turned into a rescue. It took about half-an-hour of coaxing, during which time she kept up a continuous barking and snarling. To his credit, Doc sat patiently waiting. I tried various words and commands until I found what she responded to, then repeated it until I was able to gain enough trust to take her leash.
Doc and the rescue. She wouldn’t leave my side the entire trip back to the truck.
By the time we returned to the truck, all of the other hunters had left for the day so I called the Sheriff’s department who put me in contact with Animal Control.
Another hunter contacted me thinking it was his dog, but unfortunately not, so there’s another lost Lab in the area.
Elvis and the rescue play. She snapped at Doc and Mia so we kept a close eye on her.