This story is a little different than our usual Blog Your Dog features. But it was so nice and sweet, we had to share it! Warning, you may tear up a little.
“I discovered Dexter in a field off busy Blackfoot Trail around 42nd Ave SE after doing a delivery around mid-March. I rarely take that busy return route but on this day, I did. I knew right away he was lost. Maybe in his thoughts he thought he was having an adventure! I pulled over quickly and called him. Somehow, he came bouncing over to me like he knew me. Amazingly, he got in the car, traffic whizzing by, leaping right in like he was happy to go for a ride.
He was handsome and lovely. A mutt, the best kind of dog: a bit of spaniel maybe and I don’t know what else. Dexter sat nicely in the car outside our unbakery while we wondered what was the best thing to do for him. He had no ID except a bone-shaped tag with his name on it. No phone number or license. We gave him some water which he drank politely and brioche which he inhaled. I tweeted madly, “Does anyone know Dexter? His family is missing!” Finally, I brought him to a nearby vet as I didn’t have the heart to bring him directly to the pound.
Dexter did end up in the pound of course. I checked online the next day and there he was. His bone-shaped tag with ‘Dexter’ on it was nowhere to be seen. He was now just a number in a cell. A prisoner. I kept my eye on his profile. The next day, it was removed. Good news because it meant his family found him. But they wouldn’t be able to find me. Even though I left my phone number indicating that I had found the dog, owners cannot make contact due to our sometimes cumbersome privacy laws.
Often I think of that handsome hound: how is he? Is he home and happy? How is Dexter doing? I’m writing to you even though Dexter does not belong to me: but a little part of me belongs to him.”
- Lison McCullough, Purveyor of Fine Pastries and Lover of Dogs