Sound the alarm bells, we’ve an escapee on the run. Well, as we soon discovered Wednesday morning the wee dog we had just started minding for a week had done a runner on its first morning. Wow!
Our neighbours had called in the RSPCA as an unknown dog was roaming the street, seen coming from ours. I was home, however sick for days was fast asleep on the couch and completely unawares. It was only after returning from the local shops and seeing the postie go by, checking our mailbox did I see their calling card – oh my!
I forwarded it on to my housemate who’d agreed to look after ‘Sookie’ so she could discuss with them how he’d be collected. Embarrassingly, they wanted to talk to its owner, it was not in a good state as I saw that night. Its fur/hair was in dire need of shaving and stank so bad, they queried the owner if they wanted to re-home. When I saw Sookie that night for the first time i understood why, made me so angry.
The next morning the housemate took him to the vet where he was given the full day spa treatment it would seem, and loved it. Came home with a certificate too and unrecognisable, hair shaved off I’d honestly have thought they’d swapped dogs.
Today, I had to head out for an appointment at the hospital and thought we’d secured him well enough following his last escape attempt. How wrong I was. Sitting, waiting to be seen I received a text from my neighbour to say he’d tried it on again and got wedged in the fence. Thankfully they helped us out and secured things better than did we, but slightly embarrassing.
I think Sookie is a poor choice of name for this one, perhaps Houdini might be more apt. Needs some tattoos too I think.