On Tuesday morning, I waited until 11am to head to the shelter. No reason to go super early. I’m sure they had more pressing matters after two days down.
I walked in with Blackie, who I has re-christened Gordie, under my arm and volunteers and staff greeted me with smiles. I told them he was a possibly lost dog, and they walked me through my options. They asked if I had scanned him, and I said yes, but they were welcome to do so again. They scanned him as I told them the sorted story from Sunday. They said for next time, I could have brought him in then even though they were closed. Someone is there fo intake if needed, but I felt like he needed to decompress.
I asked about the stray hold process, and about putting a hold on him once he’s available so he wouldn’t be put down for space or just being a little snippy. I had seen him at his most terrified, and while shelter folks are well-versed in that area and don’t hold it against a dog, I wanted the nugget to have the best shot of finding home without being labeled for his not-so-great, but perfectly natural, reactions.
They told me that I was welcome to shelter him at home, and they took down all his stats, info, and where he was “found”. If a person was looking for him, he’d show up in their database. They took my info as well, so possible owners could reach out to me, or the shelter would reach out to me if people came in thinking they may belong to them. And they ended it with, “But if you can’t handle it, or don’t want to do it, we can absolutely take him in.”
So, I had a backup. The animal shelter is there for the community, built by the community. It should be a place of last resort. I had given them the info, I had posted him on all the sites they instructed me to do so and then some. They said I couldn’t rehome him for at least two weeks, which I felt was a decent amount of time. They said if he was sheltered there, and if he had had a chip, they would wait 30 days for people to come forth. But without a chip, 10 days to two weeks was sufficient. Every town, city, and state have different rules, so I was glad to know that in two weeks’ time I could get the guy neutered and maybe Tucker would no longer be subjected to the unpleasant penis-in-the-face game.
I didn’t think any original owners would show up for him, but I still scoured the internet just in case. The shelter had said it is awfully hard to prove ownership without a microchip. All that’s left are photos and maybe the dog would express recognition if they saw their person… but that’s not fool-proof.
So, although I went with some intent of leaving him there to be found and/or rehomed, I couldn’t deny him the chance to be fostered at home. There was no reason. I had the summer. It would be fine.
Right?
I walked in with Blackie, who I has re-christened Gordie, under my arm and volunteers and staff greeted me with smiles. I told them he was a possibly lost dog, and they walked me through my options. They asked if I had scanned him, and I said yes, but they were welcome to do so again. They scanned him as I told them the sorted story from Sunday. They said for next time, I could have brought him in then even though they were closed. Someone is there fo intake if needed, but I felt like he needed to decompress.
I asked about the stray hold process, and about putting a hold on him once he’s available so he wouldn’t be put down for space or just being a little snippy. I had seen him at his most terrified, and while shelter folks are well-versed in that area and don’t hold it against a dog, I wanted the nugget to have the best shot of finding home without being labeled for his not-so-great, but perfectly natural, reactions.
They told me that I was welcome to shelter him at home, and they took down all his stats, info, and where he was “found”. If a person was looking for him, he’d show up in their database. They took my info as well, so possible owners could reach out to me, or the shelter would reach out to me if people came in thinking they may belong to them. And they ended it with, “But if you can’t handle it, or don’t want to do it, we can absolutely take him in.”
So, I had a backup. The animal shelter is there for the community, built by the community. It should be a place of last resort. I had given them the info, I had posted him on all the sites they instructed me to do so and then some. They said I couldn’t rehome him for at least two weeks, which I felt was a decent amount of time. They said if he was sheltered there, and if he had had a chip, they would wait 30 days for people to come forth. But without a chip, 10 days to two weeks was sufficient. Every town, city, and state have different rules, so I was glad to know that in two weeks’ time I could get the guy neutered and maybe Tucker would no longer be subjected to the unpleasant penis-in-the-face game.
I didn’t think any original owners would show up for him, but I still scoured the internet just in case. The shelter had said it is awfully hard to prove ownership without a microchip. All that’s left are photos and maybe the dog would express recognition if they saw their person… but that’s not fool-proof.
So, although I went with some intent of leaving him there to be found and/or rehomed, I couldn’t deny him the chance to be fostered at home. There was no reason. I had the summer. It would be fine.
Right?
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